One Day on the Willamette
Throw it all in! Jumping from
Knickerbocker Bridge
crashing, splashing into the water
exploding like pop bottles filled with
dry ice and water. We drowned but
lived bringing up a loaded gun.
Hollering with joy we pulled
the trigger: the gun went off in our heads
(truly, it was rusted shut and dead,
a moribund killer in the hands of children):
I blew our heads off and cackled into the night.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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