Burn List

so...i was burning a cd and i really liked the phrase 'burn list' and so i turned it into a poem and it somehow turned into a poem about a serial killer. (and yes, i love run-on sentences like this one on some days...)

The Burn List

Began

Simply cruising

And amusing

The back of his mind,

 

Until it

Smiled

Ashes-to-ashes

To find,

That it could go

So much farther than

The back of her mind.

 

The Burn List

Moved ahead,

Grinning in a shade

Of pure, scathing red.

 

The Burn List

Moved ahead,

And it smiled

As it read

 

The names off

From the list—

To think all this time it had

Waited/

To think all this time it had

Missed.

 

The Burn List

Glowed

Crowed

Proudly in the

Front

Of his mind—

 

Glinting right

Inside his eyes,

 

Glinting right,

Hold no

Gentle lies,

 

Hold no ties

Turn no blind eyes—

 

Dare to add your name

To his Burn List,

And I guarantee

 

You won’t be skipped,

But you’ll be Missed;

 

And to think

 

The Burn List

Began

Simply cruising

And amusing

The back of his mind

 

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

Nice...so the burn list is a hit list, or something like emotions that have been bottled blasting out with a vengence. Very cool!