The second bomb
was dropped on Nagasaki
just for fun (and research),
but 50 years down the road,
how many Americans remember?
With this reasoning in mind,
I tipped on very quiet toes
through your apartment,
never to speak to you again.
I danced on through the park,
shoes still in my hands
and socks in my pockets,
and laid in the grass a bit,
sprawled out in pure ecstasy.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle",
I said to the darkened sky,
and the stars winked to me
as if in a calm mood.
But the following morning
I'd be struggling yet again.
Where to crash? Where to stay?
Fuck it all anyway.
At night, even the brightest flowers
look gray, wilted and dead,
but most never notice.
We don't pay attention
to such details anyway.
all works on this page Copyright 2002 by Paul Ryan
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