Buzz Kill

It’s funny how the little cracks become big ones.

That’s what heartbreak is, thrombosis, nervous breakdown, death: when the little things that’ve been getting to ya, get to ya.

when all the little drunken Lilliputians sober up and get a mind

there is nothing they can’t overcome
when they work together

we call them bad genes, virus’, STD’s

the little things gang up on the big things
and always end up winning.

little asteroids kill off big dinosaurs

black holes swallow giants

ego jobs with their little peckers fuck up the whole world

one ugly person ruins a good crowd

the small is big and the big is really so so small

the petty win in the end

the nuance takes the day

the mountain isn’t dangerous

the pebble that hasn’t budged in 200 years
that makes you slip and fall
and wind up ground into
the scree
that pebble there, that’s dangerous

little words kill love

the atom splits

guerilla warfare wins every time

today’s terrorists are tomorrow’s revolutionaries

it is the small leak in a thick damn

as bold as the lava that fist made Hawaii

it is small, and it is going to fuck us in the end

it’s all the careless worries we tuck away

we pretend we forget

that get us in the end

it wasn’t the fire that consumed us but more like a teamwork of sparks

but that’s later, too far down the road to worry over now