Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Bucket in the bushes

Where I stand,
I’ve stood before
like a scolded
kid at camp
who got caught
dumping water
on the camp
counselor’s head
feigning innocence
while hiding
the bucket in the bushes
sometimes I’m wrong
even when I’m right
cursing catastrophes
in other people
and pretending
nobody sees the bucket
that isn’t dripping water
but someone’s blood

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