Unwritten Until TomorrowA Poem by Brett HernanRonald McDonald! Colourful clown! Gets his kicks Cutting rain-forests down! -TRADITIONAL Who needs the 'The Bomb'? Turn off the power on earth and refuse to give it back. Until, they all decide, they'd might as well, agree. The orchardist, who grew the apple, passes the fruit to the man, who wishes to eat it. Without twenty merchants between. They go down to Salamanca market early, every Saturday morning. To watch for, and steal, still half-asleep, hungover, and out of it, women's left unattended, for a few seconds, handbags, because one of them is a woman. The fake Colonel Sanders is kept out the back stamping among quick white hens in a small, scratch muddied backyard. Tugging the trigger of a long barrelled six-shooter yet, constantly missing. Your beautiful son, Optimus Prime, is twelve now and he has made it to MMA World Champ. Indelible, his sleeve tattoo was made complete by the age of seven, just like you both, agreed. Having left open an inkless patch, unwritten until tomorrow, when inside a heart, it proclaims, 'Mom and Dad, Forever'. He has a message: "Mother, I have a gift made just for you. In imagination, please possess the universal, anything." Borrowed, without permission. My apologetic condolences. Unless, it made you smile, even once. It was all because Hitler, during World War Two, as a pilot, clandestinely traveled the world incognito, impregnating various women in Allied countries. Secreted safely, in various locations, these children, have since, taken control of the most powerful offices on earth. The skylight ceiling of the ginormous cathedral shopping mall food court has, below, a camouflaged, reflective glass concealed, observation deck for secure and anonymous scrutiny. Shadowy figures not realising the light inside was greater than that out. Two plainclothes drug squad detectives and one uniformed cop watch the drug dealer handle plastic fork. To be concise, they slice with a rusted, old and long blunt, knife. After the discovery of electricity, (a fire form), to stop it from remaining only the magician's novel secret, devices were required that consumed and made it a necessity. One hundred criminals from prison escaped during the flood. Total loss of someone's law and order was predicted, prompting the military to arrive and reinstate order. That is, to hunt down each of the escapees and on first sight to shoot and kill. Looking deeply into one of those discount shop 3-D pictures. Every single fictional character ever appearing on TV has become the most recent victim of a real life serial killer. The phone rang in the middle of the night. Unknown voice said, "You know, all of them, slasher/horror films, you know? They are nought, but a celebratory, public re-enactment of the multifarious, undiscovered and never to be prosecuted, murders, ritually committed, in the name of evil." © 2017 Brett Hernan |
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Added on September 17, 2017 Last Updated on October 13, 2017 AuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..Writing
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