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Symphony (A poem not following the prompt - I'm pretty sure that's allowed...)

M.G Brown

Apr 17, 2024

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Middle of the night, wake up, guns, guns, run, adrenaline.

Just don't tell your grandmother, she says, it'll break her heart.

This again, this again,

too many movies, he says, too many movies

too many watched and too many unwatched.

Twice in one life,

what a sad, sad story,

keep it, keep it,

make sure she doesn't find out.

She won't know, she'll forget,

she'll throw up and she'll fall down,

But don't let her know,

don't let her see.

December 22nd, 1939,

they'll tell me, those neighbours,

they'll tell me,

where is it?

Something witty, I'll say, like shove it, please,

but inside, my heart is furrowed and the iguana yells.

Just for me, is it saved or unplanned?

Don't care, don't care,

you don't know what it's like.

A word, a sentence, an action,

the doormat stands helpless,

unable to speak.

The last step,

tumble, tumble, sorry.

The way I feel, how about it?

My nose, my skin, my heart,

I'm okay, okay.

Two people, three people, two people, exclude him.

The man with the trumpet doesn't count;

he already knows.

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