bit by a dog
deep down
and watched the blood flow
without a care in the world
laughing
gritting teeth through the pain
no pain
just gritted teeth
clenched hard
swelling cheeks
hard as iron
stern
the blood flowing
not a single care
just a scarlet brook
running down the mountains
and the valleys
that call themselves the arm
running down
to fingertips
dangling cherry stalactites
leaving a trail
failure
at not being able to bite back
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 151
A Dog Eat Idiot World
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