Let's Get the Hell Out of Here

by Sharon Warden


 

"Damn it, Jay,

let's get the hell

out of here anyway.

Don't pay attention

to what the cops might say.

What do they know?"

 

"Where can we go?

Up on the bridge

to a higher ridge

than back in the water

where it's blacker than black

and there's clumps of ants?

I just dried my pants."

"Well there's no water here;

no food, neither,

and the guy over there

slumped in his chair

just expired, I think.

Man, there's nothin' to drink.

Nothin."

 

"I'm gonna die, y' hear?

Lay down and die

And ain't it a shame

I need water so bad

I can't even cry

let alone pee.

Tell them for me,

I love you'all,

goodbye, goodbye."

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 9(6)
This poem is copyright © September 2005, Sharon Warden, all rights reserved.
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