hard rain
madonna's shuttered eye
opening with a one line pose
so brief it was eternity
a clear night at the hop
in teenage city—very top 40
she knew inside me
how bad the disease had got
it was post nuclear war
and the radiation was
going to kill us. I begged her
let's make a baby
let's make some love
with the taste of hope in it.
But she said
dear one a come is
just a flickering vision of death
and we are pretty close
already.
we wanted to cry but couldn't.
there were photographs
fluttering like flowers from
the clear night sky—
they were all pictures of us.
opening with a one line pose
so brief it was eternity
a clear night at the hop
in teenage city—very top 40
she knew inside me
how bad the disease had got
it was post nuclear war
and the radiation was
going to kill us. I begged her
let's make a baby
let's make some love
with the taste of hope in it.
But she said
dear one a come is
just a flickering vision of death
and we are pretty close
already.
we wanted to cry but couldn't.
there were photographs
fluttering like flowers from
the clear night sky—
they were all pictures of us.
Labels: Alison Gaughan
posted by As Bjorn at 10:17 AM
1 Comments:
This poem is tremendous.
"...with the taste of hope in it."
"...we are pretty close already."
Shit, those are great lines. So simple, but just killer.
Got here from Kiri's blog, but have been reading Asbjorn for awhile now.
Peace be with you.
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