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Plane BS (not mispelled)
by Johnny CrimsonThe pages are ripped
but blank anyway
and there's no one left alive to blame
They all fell for it
This forgotten ambush
where buildings are swept under rugs
the size of countries
Hope could move mountains
but what about steel structures
The death architect sips his Joe
in a high rise uptown waiting for the call
Pajama bottoms and suit top
ok he's semi-nervous
What if we packed it wrong
What if we leave too many alive
What if years from now a man crawls out from the rubble
and takes the train to my house
Silver sooted gray on a good day
clothes on his back
With briefcase still held tightly in hand
he will find me
This was what I dreamed that serene September night
So after I hit the switch
After I brought down Goliath the twins
After I checked my bank account and transfered
the funds to the next destroyer of worlds
I watched Seinfeld reruns and swallowed a bottle of pills
Choke Choke on the upchuck from your fuckbath you shit on a shingle
How did you do it
More importantly WHO ELSE KNOWS?
06/12/2008 Posted on 06/13/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 06/13/08 at 02:13 AM i'm telling you man, the short story is where its at. so many good lines here. what if this had more character and plot development. but what do i know, i keep on meaning to look up how to write a short story. maybe jeeves can help us??? this is a good election year poem. |
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