Thursday, January 28, 2010

phone booth

A death rattle

like shifting gears

is all I heard before the scream

Leap out of the car

Dodge the traffic

Hurdle the hedge

Slam into the phone booth

only to find I’m not wearing

my Superman costume



0-0-0 o-o-o Oh! Ohh… Oooohhhh.__________.



Then the sirens

ignorant traffic

like you hear

when other people’s Dads

have heart-attacks

like you see

when ambulances

start to cruise

like hearses

because he’s dead

& the emergency’s over

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