poem

Put your feelings in your pocket
and let them stay there, safe.
Walk unmindful through the city--
now there's nothing they can take.

Or stay at home, where they can't get you;
shut the door and pull the blinds.
Set the music to the volume
where it can save you from your mind.

Write your poems and hide them somewhere--
is there a reader for them here?
Hush your inner soul rebelling;
that's what they did before, my dear.