One left the beleaguered fort
In search of reinforcements;
One lived to tell the tale
Of his departure,
No one believed him.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Vignettes
American Beauty
The knife was found
Planted in the heart
Of the rose bed.
.
gay blade
In the heart
Of the heart of the country,
Whoever sings
The body electric
Is in for a shock.
.
fodder
From the back of the class,
Sent to the front
By his drill instructor--
As in animal
Prodder.
.
not so unlikely bedtime story
All the world over, rosy-cheeked
Kids like you
Are being put to sleep;
In the abattoir,
Pallid vegetarian butchers
Count sheep.
The knife was found
Planted in the heart
Of the rose bed.
.
gay blade
In the heart
Of the heart of the country,
Whoever sings
The body electric
Is in for a shock.
.
fodder
From the back of the class,
Sent to the front
By his drill instructor--
As in animal
Prodder.
.
not so unlikely bedtime story
All the world over, rosy-cheeked
Kids like you
Are being put to sleep;
In the abattoir,
Pallid vegetarian butchers
Count sheep.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Midnight Matinee
In the heat of the night,
One cold bloodcurdling scream--
When the floodlights come on,
Melted cherry ice cream.
One cold bloodcurdling scream--
When the floodlights come on,
Melted cherry ice cream.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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