And the critiques came from barracks
with their AKs, with their missiles.
They blasted the city centre,
they took the roof away from houses;
caps from the bottles
water spilling all over
without restraint.
My words are out of shape now.

Practice man, practice to be in shape.
I jumped into a track suit and a sports shoe.
I walked twenty miles a day,
sharpened my tools;
words, my worlds.
And the critiques came from barracks,
with scissors and nail-cutters.
Cut the crap dude !
Make it sharp
truncate the edges,
innuendos, nuances;
Show, what you got inside the stable.

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(Random thoughts - 2011)