Sunday, February 17, 2013

A Daydream




The button
Fell off my coat,
The button
called hope.
Watching it
Scuttle
Across the floor,
"No,"
I said,
"I can not go on
Anymore."
In light
Of such dark
Situations,
I took myself
To
Fortnum and Mason.
Having always so admired their jams and preserves.
I thought I ought
To serve myself there
My just desserts.
My one wish was
To be
Dead
So
I shot myself
Right
In the head
And
As
The doors opened
On the elevator
A canny tourist
Knelt
To grab a scoop
For the morning
Papers.

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