Issue
 #22 

July
2012


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a poem by Mather Schneider

MISTAKES WITHOUT MEANING

One morning you may wake up
and find yourself a criminal
simply for being yourself
and it will seem insane to go
on living
as if everything was peppermint lawns
instead of a black spot around
a gnawing worm,
a stale dark room
of tricks and slickness
and the smug rationalization
of privilege.
Governments and police will not help you
if you have made
the wrong mistakes
even without meaning
harm.
You may find yourself
awake one morning
with a dread like you're down
to your last
coughed-up bread
and it will toss every grab-ass fantasy
silly joke and
pretentious notion
you've ever had
into the furnace
of truth.

© by Mather Schneider
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #22 ~ July 2012