I Masturbated to a Documentary About Columbine
by Shannon Adele
Im not interesting.
Just Lazy. From down here
it's all uphill. How did you be
come that dog, licking
every last leaf to fall?
instrument. Trumpet. Screwdriver.
The tiniest telescope ever made.
Welcome Orion, welcome
to school. Let me tie
your shoes tomorrow. I
want to fry every gold
brick she keeps in the basement.
If 9/11 happens to her house,
the jeans aren't safe. Klaxon
Klaxon. Nobody will tell her.
Somewhere, right now, it's snowing.
It's inside of our stomach. No,
your stomach. Maybe, really,
there isnt any stomach.
Author's Note: Teach me how to write poems.
Posted on 11/18/2007
Copyright © 2020 Shannon Adele
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Aaron Michael on 11/19/07 at 07:06 PM|
no. teach me.
|Posted by Lauren Singer on 11/24/07 at 09:17 PM|
wow. you are a gem amidst disillusion and surrealism that works in time.
|Posted by Meghan Helmich on 06/09/08 at 08:15 PM|
i feel like this title is attached to a whole different poem.
not that this one isn't a gem, as well.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 12/09/08 at 04:30 PM|
I was taken with your microscopic telescope - now the solar plexus refuses to associate. Intriguing rites executed in your repository for all things classed as indefinable...