Luck
is important of course
When we’re out to have lots of
Kisses
The world,
all about his travels,
Says he fell in love with
Her
A wonderful ride round
Everything
But, then he didn’t,
And he said
That girl would always be special, but really special,
Lots more serious than the
Ones
She tells to be a queen, very strict,
Started a wonderful story, the old tales, scary,
Because a monster met
Each other
We were a part of each other,
Remembering
The story,
To hear about the joke of it, he knows I
don’t ,
Terrible things attack
Everyone
This is a blackout poem I wrote about a year ago. It uses words from Electra. It’s supposed to symbolize how we get caught up in little, unimportant, trivial matters, thinking that evils will never happen to us. It’s a confusing poem, meant to reflect on our confusing lives.
