Monday, February 8, 2010

I blame pinecones for the way things are

I blame spray-paint on brick walls
and overflowing garbage cans

I blame the selfish words in books
and snow falling on my window

then I blame friends I stole from
and lovers I scorned

I blame the icons on my desktop
and the empty can of beer

the stars on Orion's belt
and his running from At las t

before I blame the light
streaming through the trees

and the dog howling at the moon when
I blame whoever finds me out