grassy knoll next to a brick red [facade]
[full of] books, stacks of books -and [but]
[no glassy shine] -bubbles, could you still see if
the sun were a little bit closer?
if you reach
then maybe you can touch it
doubled down double dare
give it a try, a wink, a gold tooth
winking [in the texas sun]
the sun is [much] too warm today
if you see clearly
then maybe you can touch it
someone looked up and saw you but
it's too late. "well, it's all over now"
you said, when the ocean blue came [in]
pulled you offstage out of the sun
if your hand is steady
then maybe you can touch it
grassy knoll next to brick red [facade]
things look normal today, you know, except
a white x
in the middle of the road where
NOVEMBER 22ND, 1963
a crack
the crowd gasps
and brains spill all over
jackie's lap
if your sight is true
then maybe
(who were the ones who told you that?)
3 comments:
kennedy's assassination... this poem was so WEIRD. horrific. but amazing, too. the amazing outweighed the weird.
also, it felt less structured than most of your poems, in a very natural way.
well i knew most of the details, it was more a comment on the tone of it and stuff.
also, was the whole "you're amazing thing" an attempt to cheer me up, or an approval of the poem? i appreciate it either way :)
also:
am i inviting myself over to your house? if so, when?
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