amuse
01-31-2008, 01:16 PM
the script etched deeply,
oxidized, turned brown on
the skin of the ruddy red
apples
this was my dream last night
they were lined up
front and center -
facing the world bravely from
the glass cabinet,
one word front and center
displayed on each.
1-2-3-4-5
1-2-3-4
1-2-3-4-5
each line a stanza, each
apple a glass-shielded
note
a living, breathing
fragrant song:
a monument! i saw it so clearly.
but i got tired
couldn't finish
went to play video games
they were so disorganized;
i tried to return a bloody
game to a fantasia movie
slot
and when i woke
up my groin hurt for
no reason
my pile of clothes on the
other side of the room
had tumbled over
and it was true that
dad had called me
at four in the morning to
tell me that grandpa
had died.
oxidized, turned brown on
the skin of the ruddy red
apples
this was my dream last night
they were lined up
front and center -
facing the world bravely from
the glass cabinet,
one word front and center
displayed on each.
1-2-3-4-5
1-2-3-4
1-2-3-4-5
each line a stanza, each
apple a glass-shielded
note
a living, breathing
fragrant song:
a monument! i saw it so clearly.
but i got tired
couldn't finish
went to play video games
they were so disorganized;
i tried to return a bloody
game to a fantasia movie
slot
and when i woke
up my groin hurt for
no reason
my pile of clothes on the
other side of the room
had tumbled over
and it was true that
dad had called me
at four in the morning to
tell me that grandpa
had died.