Tuesday, June 10, 2008

doctor scar

I fell on some lips
ripe with despondent promise
just as
he was going to pretend he didn’t exist
she saved him by pretending he did
and ordered the execution
it took place the following night
as a small and forgotten
suicide
but we hope
he’ll be better soon

could she laugh
damn right she could
did I
did I do da
all night long
with strong upturns
the following afternoon
like a day of sun
the night has been
praying for
a laconic laceration
in a flotsam jacket

at the fountain I
exchange coins with hope

2 comments:

Christine said...

Nice! Each line is a surprise.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Christine. I really enjoyed writing this one, I must perversely admit. I'm especially glad if it brought you pleasure too!