Cold Part of the World
By Jimmy Benjamin
Which is the cold part of the world? Is it the laundromat next to the duds store Staring at the suds on that lonesome Saturday night? Or maybe briny marches Saturated, swollen during the monsoon. Perhaps it is the academic Living off meagre stipends and canned-peas. Which is the cold part of the world? Is it Manson’s poor old cellmate, subject to his squaloring hum Or Manson himself, stuck in his pillar? They say it's those under firing squad I say it's those behind the trigger. There are times when I look at people and see nothing If it's in me its in you too. Is it the first or the second strike of the match? After one’s had time to think.