Thursday 26 November 2009

#27 - And Here's A Poem I Prepared Earlier

An elegant, portentous blimp
Rumbles into the first stanza,
Lightning streaking the sky either side
Like air quotes.

Under the gondola, a ski-masked champion
rappels down a black line
onto a skyscraper giddy with swivelling turrets.
He is killed instantly.

The disappointment of the watching crowd below
is probably a metaphor
for the end of childhood
or maybe marriage,

you decide,
Godzilla trudging glumly through downtown
like a bag lady.

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