A series of
eletromagnetic
impulses
jerked them
onto the Lakeside bus
lulled en route to
a trailer fulla
goodwill furniture
bare walls
bare light bulbs
hanging stark
suckin on a 2-litre bottle
of death sugar
mixt into red-coloured
fizzy waterwater
a-gape at streakčd windows
looking out across
playgroundsful of pagans
masturbating a big shepherd dog
if not crash-coarsing their
aggressive skate-boards and
scaring prim walkers-by.
Love?
--they wondered --
was it what the savages do
whenthey’re not running
murder races
or freeing themselves
of wonder
with quick-fermented daydreams
and about what ?
Author notes
Written September 14th, 2004
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wow, that was different, I always like reading things that stand out from the rest of the poems, and this did, I think that's awesome, great job!
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