And they were surveying the promised land
With smiles, eager glances and knowing looks
I know they congratulated each other on Judas’ death
And of course, I also know that they weren’t really smiling
Just the two of them, wooden beams supporting flesh and hare-hair
And I suppose they hanged there
until a great white hand snatched them from their plight and took them off to heaven where they ate pies and drank blue wine under a pink moon and sang “Amazing Grace”
Or something
(pt. 2 of these quick and unedited stream-of-consciousness poems. structure subject to change, actual content won't be messed with)
2 comments:
i like both rabbits. i think my poem influenced you in terms of some specific diction and the hare-hair part, a la "trees in sight, tree's insight". good stuff.
yeah, you're probably right. i need to get back to you with some notes about that poem. keep forgetting.
the "or something" at the end of rabbits 2 kind of bothers me, i cant seem to decide whether i like it or not.
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