tea-heads and bag boys
Posted to Action Poetry
by lebris on 2003-08-24 11:47:00
tea-heads and bag boys
nap in the fields
packing up nonsense
the smell of stuffed cabbage
burns in the air
rotting
and her fingers
yearn for key strokes
with her lover
and the tightening
of piano strings
fades to black
and breaks
and the monsters
in the valley
stare yellow eyed and waiting
for a storm
and she twists the dial
off
but no one wrote
a song for them
so
she waits to decide
the madman stands outside and smokes
his cruise-control death
boiling on the manifold
spoiled again.
