what
would you say, if
on your very last day
they got your order wrong, at McDonald’s
and when you told the pimpled faced nihilist
you asked for no pickles on your Big Mac (!)
he stared at you through two gray sockets
that floated on his face, like the eyes
of time
what
would you think, if
on your very last day
conjoined twins were born in Siberia
and one would be deaf , the other left
to listen for both for eternity, and feel
the black swell of loneliness,
even with blood of a brother
coursing through his veins
what
would you do, if
on your very last day
you could buy more time
to create useless rhyme
and it would only cost…
ten cents
what
would you know, if
during the veil of night, your heart
skipped a few beats, then thumped
a final time, while you were still dreaming
of a dance, under a gleaming sun,
and cherished daylight
never to come
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
what
would you say, if
on your very last day
they got your order wrong, at McDonald’s
and when you told the pimpled faced nihilist
you asked for no pickles on your Big Mac (!)
he stared at you through two gray sockets
that floated on his face, like the eyes
of time
what
would you think, if
on your very last day
conjoined twins were born in Siberia
and one would be deaf , the other left
to listen for both for eternity, and feel
the black swell of loneliness,
even with blood of a brother
coursing through his veins
what
would you do, if
on your very last day
you could buy more time
to create useless rhyme
and it would only cost…
ten cents
what
would you know, if
during the veil of night, your heart
skipped a few beats, then thumped
a final time, while you were still dreaming
of a dance, under a gleaming sun,
and cherished daylight
never to come
Still plagued by writers block--thought of this in the shower this morning. It never did get where I wanted it to go.
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