this is my comical desperate grin.
that was the last note the choir just sang.
this is the sound of the way it begins.
this is the whimper, instead of a bang.

this is the world crumbling in on itself -
but propped up with rotting two-by fours
while Poe's raven paces the rickety shelf
dancing and chanting -'Oh, Nevermore!'

these are the quakes,
the tornados,
the floods.
this is the gunman all dressed up for church.
this is the maniac riding the bus.
this is a world that's been left in the lurch.

this is the story I try not to tell.
this is a chess game with nothing but pawns.
this is my windshield vision of hell -
accelerate gently; the breaks are all gone.

this is my comical, desperate dance.
these are the bells; they don't toll, but they clang.
this is our final and fatal romance.
this is the whimper, instead of a bang.

08/03/2008

Author's Note: I'm not sure I can watch the news anymore; a week in which there's a church shooting and two spontaneous beheadings tells me I'd be better off with my head under my pillow.

Posted on 08/04/2008
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