FOR THE POEM
All towards the
Poem, Bonnie
Muses, posing
For the arty
Photograph, guns
Tucked in the belt,
Western style, some
Latter-day bad
Girl, cowgirl, out
For the big kill,
The car behind
As the chosen
Backdrop; we’ll die
Together, she
Wants to say, but
Clyde is turning
Away the box
Camera in
His killer hands,
His thoughts elsewhere.
Yeah, she says to
Herself not Clyde,
Together on
Some lonely road,
Dying side by
Side. She shakes her
Head, dismisses
The dark thoughts like
Flies, follows Clyde,
Runs at a quick
Pace, the guns in
Her hands, smile on
Her face. All this
For the poetry,
She muses once
More, who else to
Die for their art,
The mighty pen,
And catching Clyde
Up, she gives back
The guns again.
