I bundle my dreams in bubble-wrap
And pack them snuggly
In a tightly-sealed box
With an arrow on each side
That must point up.
I print the words:
Handle with care—
Hoping not to forget.
I’ll carry my dreams everywhere I go
Until their delivery comes due,
When the world will open my parcel
And bloody its hands on the shards.
2 comments:
This is quasi-inspired by Yeats' "He Wishes For Cloths of Heaven." I started this yesterday until "Superhero" popped in my head.
Chris, I'll comment on your stuff tomorrow.
Never read the Yeats poem, but boy oh did the ending get me. Very dark. I love how thpoem itself seems very fragile and quiet and then pla plah broken glass everywhere.
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