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Dark poem?
by Corey Lockabyi walked to the mailbox
pulled out the mail-bombs
the anthrax and the ransom-notes
and waved at the neighbor's gardener
(who was cutting the roses off the bushes)
i walked back to the house
wrapped a death-threat around a brick
and hurled it into my bedroom window
before going inside
i carved nasty words into the plaster
with a oversized knife
and put bloody roses
in the bed for my wife
and i set the alarm
for two months,
seven days,
nineteen hours
and thirty-two minutes from the present
before i fell back,
hand on my forehead
in a bad mockery of death. 02/25/2007 Posted on 02/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Corey Lockaby
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 02/25/07 at 07:41 AM I enjoyed the poem and the idea behind it. Only thing I would take out is "in a slight, malicious manner)." I feel like it is not needed. Cutting the roses are already dark and dreary, the description is inherently known, I think. Otherwise an interesting angle taken. ~JPP
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| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/25/07 at 11:56 AM and then there are the dark days...great write. |
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