… so now, after seven years of bad luck –
after that sudden crippling twist of fate,
when all the shit he threw just turned to muck,
just when you thought things weren’t going so great
in a second or two it is resolved,
and most certainly life will change from this point;
after all this time, sins have been absolved –
so sit back, relax and smoke a big joint.
think about the broken mirror you used
to see yourself in (his accusing, stoned eyes),
and cast it, like that wreath, in the fresh dirt.
think hard about the power he abused,
and your struggle to live on, to survive;
cry a little, then laugh, free – it won’t hurt …
18 DEC 2002
