The poems aren’t faring very well today.
The sky looks tired
and newspaper headlines
tell the story of a girl
who went and got her head
chopped off
for no reason I can understand.
I guess today’s not too good
for any of us.
On the way to work I stop by a bar
and decide to stay there.
The people in the bar look the way people in bars
have always looked.
They talk too loud about the same things.
The same jokes are etched across the condom machines:
This gum tastes funny.
The same man sits in the same corner
and talks to someone I can’t see.
I buy a beer for the girl with her head
chopped off
and we talk awhile until she gets bored
and says she has to go.
I ask if we can meet again and she says
maybe.
After four more beers
I step outside
to find the sun has gone off sick
and the sky frightened with clouds
afraid to weep.
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I love this! Creative, surreal images that take me along with you into this universe of skies afraid to weep.
Bill, Bill, Bill…..you never cease to amaze me, even after all these years.
One question: Was it Lotte-Mint Gum????
Good stuff.
This is an odd one (that’s also the title of a good sick puppies song, but I digress) and I like the fact that it mirrors the helpless hamster-like feeling I’ve had all week as I trundle along on my wheel going back and forth to work. The difference is…my sky weeps :).