Where You Live Poem by Cretan Maineiac

Where You Live

Rating: 5.0


'I know where you live, ' he sd. as I trained the wood-cased
barrel of my
Winchester (never previously fired nor even loaded) on his

Heart, 'NO! ' she pled & bled from the icy
sidewalk. The authorities had just
cut him loose, two months after they'd seen fit to intervene as

prescribed by new regulations aimed @ Domestic
prevention. 'I can
come back here when you're not home, ' he sd., his car pouring burnt

fuel exhaust, blackening the snowbank astride the
cul-de-sac, the
sun flashing on it all like an old blue-dot bulb. 'No no

NO! ' his co-perp went on, pleas spewing from
her like life's blood as the
mother of my children cried from our doorway 'let the police handle it, let

the
police...'

'NO! ' sd the better half, 'they just let him
out...he'll have to go
BACK! I have children! Please! ! ! '

Domestic prevention & Where You Live
both points one deems to ponder
when zeroing in on Poverty's ills
mulling over which Life to squander.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emancipation Planz 16 January 2008

An address to die for... thanks for this in your face invitation that I wish to decline at this time.... PS Happy New Year! !

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