Wednesday, November 08, 2006

first draft poem

There is a fist,
a fist wrapped in blood
It pounds at you and pounds at you
it hits you again and again.
It's pounding disfigures you,
it breaks you.
but you stand up in spite of it.
Then it misses, and you stagger.
Then it stops and you fall down.
Have you ever seen a human heart?
It looks like a fist wrapped in blood.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aw Brian you can be such a romantic. Just kidding. But seriously my ears hurt enough without you pounding on them. Bad llama

Anonymous said...

PS TEH Poem is quite heart wrenching and brutal. I likes it.