Tuesday, April 29, 2008

no one dies at the end

but really, even if i didn't want them
to get together, she was pretty enough
to make it okay, and the way her arms moved
and her wrists let her hands lie
was nice.

and really, the bad wolf is gone
(hit by a car, don't you know)
and the tigershark trailed smoke over him
(he called out its name, but it couldn't
it couldn't save him.)

now really, isn't it time
that we let the mayor marry a crazy woman
and let the boy rip up our stumbling zombies
and let a swinging, still young man lead us
(to a new life system)
and let the drugs do the talking?

1 comment:

Coweh said...

this poem gave me one of the creepiest feelings i've ever had.

good job