Sunday, April 1, 2012


Skulls adorning a landscape of hills
Teetering beside chasms
cut brown into green softness.
In the foreground, a folding of green
like my green crumpled dress
which I wore
when I went out with Robbie
who doesn't want me anymore. 

I thought of the skulls
And how one day I'd be one. 

Why wait fifty years? 

They are flying above me
Against the skyline
like balloons of methane gas.
I want to be up there with them
looking down on my desolate world.

Laurel Lamperd

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