"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing



Friday, April 1, 2011

Clyde, to Bonnie

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Your smile makes me whole,

my dark and featherless angel.

Let's blow a hole through

their house-pet love. Snarl,

because we can't be tamed.

When they ask for mercy,

give them the shotgun, darling.

Bring out the final judgment.

Show them the sword in your teeth.

 
 
                                     
 
                                                   -Brent Allard
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2 comments:

  1. Erin O'RiordanApril 1, 2011 at 4:31 PM

    What brilliant discourse. Think of the fantastic movie script you could have if you expanded this.

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  2. INDBrentApril 1, 2011 at 4:58 PM

    Thank you Erin! I'd watch the movie!

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