laughing at our battle stations
by markk
Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-03-29 20:32:00
tra la la, bwoo ha ha,
tweedle dee dee
har har har
(when the guns go
off, it’s as if nothing
ever happened) you are
still laughing as you
disappear into a
pink cloud of vapor
& i am the griffin
of yr old dreams
the phoenix of
ashes & remains
– markk