Eric and Dylan
I speak daggers
That run deeper
Into the psyche
Than the insult
Fresh off the
Tongue of the
Twisted twelve-year old
Huffing glue behind
Your neighborhood CVS
An insult that cuts
Deeper than any
Blow dealt
Out by Daddy Whiskey-on-his-Breath
Or Uncle Candy-Nose
Insult that adds spark
To black powder propelling
Lead hate from
The chamber
And into the Student Council
President
And the Homecoming Queen
An insult that sprays
Hate like a fire hose
Trying to save little Jimmy
On the top floor of a burning
House ready to collapse around
His frail ten-year-old skeleton
An insult is not
A word
But a scar tattooed
On the forehead to those
It was dealt
Because perception
Can become reality
ready to rip silent
but deadly truths
that test willpower
and deadly seduction
by word of mouth.
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