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.
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You are twisted, but that's why we love you.
If only I knew what "moribund" meant... But if I look it up, it will be one less thing to learn that I can look forward to.
Glad to see you writing again. zbofpo.
Cheers!
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