Saturday, April 07, 2012

even turnips have no place here

the funny man climbs up to the window at night
crawls in
kills everyone with a shotgun
their heads all over the walls
this is momentarily intense
but then settles back
he finds the jewels in the safe behind the wardrobe
the waves wash in
he lies there in the four-poster bed
in the spattered blood and oil
adorned with gems
laughing off his bejewelled ass
at the huge TV
showing the wrestling
big guys in underwear
the waves coming up the beach
he sits/lies there slugging the brandy
feeling the sure thing of enlightenment
coming over him
watching the flick of the lights outside
the loudhailers shouting
keep it going until dawn, he thinks
all of it an earthquake
coming hard on the heels


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