it is a small, small world.

and the damn thing

is shrinking fast.


they talk about butterflies

fluttering their wings in remote tropical forests–

but now it’s more like

a punch-up drunk at a bar,

a stray bullet fired while you wait for a bus

smashed by a semi-truck

or spinning out of control across

six lanes of speed—-


a dirty look can get you killed.

simple misunderstanding

Can lead to murder,

the way we are today.


who knows?

maybe there really is

someone’s mother somewhere

laying in a hospital bed

with a bum back

because you don’t watch your step

on the sidewalk.


these day’s I don’t think

there are many coincidences.


we’re too close together.

When must we Learn?





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