SIX WORD STORY
Treat me to dinner for once!
I am not paying for that!
You know I didn't do it.
Outside the window: jacarandas and maples.
"Hello". "Good-bye." "So that's it?"
Your time is close at hand.
I could sure use a hand.
You poor excuse for a bastard.
He's a ghetto Homer Simpson wannabe.
All he wanted was to die.
Such a complete waste of space.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Poetry Series (10)
Firecracker Fireflies
Firework noises ascending to heaven descend upon me.
With no reservations I am likely to cry, if even Miss Sunshine becomes
A storm cloud, why should I smile when darkness abounds?
Fireflies glow in the night with low expectations.
Trap them in jars and watch them all die.
One by one they go out, like solitary matches,
One by one they extinguish their flames,
Like spent fire-dust descending from heaven
After a light show on the fourth of July.
Firework noises ascending to heaven descend upon me.
With no reservations I am likely to cry, if even Miss Sunshine becomes
A storm cloud, why should I smile when darkness abounds?
Fireflies glow in the night with low expectations.
Trap them in jars and watch them all die.
One by one they go out, like solitary matches,
One by one they extinguish their flames,
Like spent fire-dust descending from heaven
After a light show on the fourth of July.
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