Images slicker than real-time flickers:
Dressed with refinement, a bow-tie assignment
Flying Mirages through the war zone barrages,
Landing with impact—his hair-piece intact—
Chick on his weenie; a pistol, martini
Clutched in his hands, as he battles through sand...
Fantasy works through the fancy of clerks
Gazing at clocks, 'till redemption from hock
Rescues the grinner, gritting for dinner.
"Two women postal workers were fatally shot Monday morning in a post office in Henning, Tennessee, about 50 miles northeast of Memphis, police said. "
— CNN Wire Staff, October 18, 2010 3:14 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/10/18/tennessee.postal.deaths/
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1 comment:
Awesome poem with its syncopated rhythm and rhyme. What's really cool is its transitions. Wildly imaginative is the subject matter. A really really cool, short, concise, most definitely tight poem. This is why I respect your writing skilss and give you great props.
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