Wednesday, April 29, 2009

poem #9

people are bad
everything they touch is ruined
of all creatures they are the worst
perhaps they were meant to be

let us hope not
everything may not be lost
angels wait in other dimensions
remembering other universes

eviction notices lie in the gutter
blustery winds blow them away
al smith waits on the corner
doctor feelgood is late again

eddie jones is in the hospital
violent dreams flow through his brain
everything he had is gone
revenge is all that is left

young dr kenworth enters the room
turning to nurse johnson
he says
i am going home

now doctor? she responds
glancing at poor eddie
this gentleman needs a diagnosis
he has been here since tuesday

eddie said, this could go on forever
young dr kenworth answered
that is enough for now
on the count of ten -

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