"About that poem he wrote"
About that poem he wrote
the girl who set herself on fireAbout that poem he wrote
while the cats watched in horror
I can only begin to clean up after
and it's never therapy, did I hear
the angry music of a bad world
anguish to anguish, must to must
nobody was on the bus together
who imagined that they saw it
Christ in a tree why do we don't
ride for hell into a wall, flattened
back into Looney Tune dimensions
sliding through the next twenty-four
writing poetry at the end of time
it's a page, it's a piece of paper
see, it's an accident to survive
look how we walk away shaking
the fire and the cats in the mind
and reading poetry at the end of time too
ReplyDeleteChrist in a tree and all
an accident we survive all right
and accidents will happen
at least
Deletewe've got it better
than the comics
why we bother writing
is sometimes another poem
but it is an accidental glory, in kind. Love it!
ReplyDeleteOK then
Deletethis shudder
of a poem
back against
the future
looking for
a way out?