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Bunks and Pillow Cases

by Johnny Crimson

The single most
in double less form
A call to ever inequity's end.
That simplex II gift they gave.
Suitable nightie jamma-jams
Legions of them walk around that house at night
sisters I think
must be 10 or 30
And from the convenience of this tree
I've seen it all.
One by one they began offing themselves
I caught this on film but I guess
you had to be there.
Sheets were elaborately laid on the lawn
and they began swan diving from the third floor.


I caught the last two
who appeared to have chickened out
and showed them all the tapes I had made.
Joy had reached their faces and I could see
that something was bubbling.

The smallest one "my favorite" spoke:

"We did this all for you,
we always knew you were filming, and Shannon
broke up with J.T. and the varsity game was canceled,
and June lost her keys so tonight we were stuck and knew you'd be
a lookin' and..."

"Stop, stop, so they die, and what are you two for?"

"Well Anna stayed behind to see the look in your eyes, as she fucks
you into a bloody oblivion and adds you to the lawn with the rest, and I'm just here to turn the camera on you."


12/09/2008

Posted on 12/10/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/10/08 at 05:01 AM

This reminds me of "The Virgin Suicides"...MFS

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/10/08 at 05:32 PM

One hell of a twist ending. I love it.

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/11/08 at 04:45 PM

your stories never cease to amaze me rooney. never.

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