The Lion & The Blue Man

He died today

They wanted to shoot him

That Anthony man

She took photos

Remembered the scene

For later poetry

She defined love

He painted a picture

The winter breeze

Passed the sirens galore

He died that day

Obesity set in

And the womyn

No performance of CPR

She carried a cane

And two weighed bags

She smiled at me

And retreated to the sea

A scent of chaos

Sitting beside a lion tonight

A mosaic of utopia

Last night’s St. Jude

Bloated man

Down the aisle

Shifting feet

911

Let us plea for life

Anthony’s

An English accent

A lesbian lover

A line cutter

And a 3 some

4,5,6 trooper

Jerry curl at front

Go out for a ciggie

Wish it was for a shag

Go out for a rescue

Shove through the glass

Let’s all move on

As the dead are dying

Let’s all move on

We have to illustrate

Then the life is shortened

A distant fighter

A right hook

To the jaw; to the gut

Deep down inside

The man in blue

His flesh tone of cobalt

The cold man

With a Hong Kong’s 137

He died that day

Back in the center

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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