Monday, June 27, 2016

poem || Alan Britt


2:43 am→Thornton Burgess:

Jerry Muskrat,
Grandfather Frog,
Reddy Fox
and Peter Rabbit.

Lively, visionary, more intriguing
than recent Republican filibuster.

But occupations aren’t forever.

Never have, so why drown  
beneath an oil slick of wealth
and glory when eternity surely awaits
us—staring smack through ten zillion
windows and rocking our souls like nitro
glycerin ampules fro and to, to and fro,  
at a Stonehenge family reunion—
a delicate dose of the bitter truth.

No comments:

Post a Comment