01-15-2014, 10:34 PM
I have a book called Poems To Ward Off Suicide For Children.
Here's four poems from it:
My Dog, Thunder
My dog, Thunder,
had thirteen lives, and a cat's eye.
When he died, he landed on his feet.
Me and Susie buried him
above her old man's cockatoo
which we'd buried deeper than Hell.
As old a soul as
any pet ever seems to be,
they always die in the most uneventful ways.
The Clown
He, in fact, told a joke or three,
but that's not why they called him a clown.
If you knew him,
you might do the same.
When he was nine years old,
...he lost his mind in a childish event.
A few doors south of Lenora's house,
he drove his bike into a creek;
and there he stayed for the rest of his life.
He's still there now.
The Valley
Between two mountains
there flowed a stream;
some people said it was a snake,
but those people are gone.
Over the ages,
the stream widened into a river
that flooded the green richness
of the valley.
One couple got lost there;
a search team searched them out
for days and weeks, and then hours.
But like the old snake people:
They were simply gone.
Janet
Janet had five cats,
all were older than her
and
were destined to outlive her.
Janet was born without a mouth.
When she was two years old,
her mother bought her two cats;
when she was three,
she got three more.
Without a mouth,
it was impossible to talk or eat normally
like the other kids at school.
It was so embarrassing when she had to burp out of her nose, everyone noticed,
that it was no big deal
when anyone else burped.
One night, Janet's youngest cat,
the black and red one,
climbed up onto her chest and tried to steal her soul
as she lay sleeping.
That cat was a witch's familiar.
It didn't work,
Janet's soul wouldn't fit through her nose,
it was too thick.
On top of all that,
Janet acquired a morbid case of childhood obesity
and died of diabetes at the age of thirteen.
Here's four poems from it:
My Dog, Thunder
My dog, Thunder,
had thirteen lives, and a cat's eye.
When he died, he landed on his feet.
Me and Susie buried him
above her old man's cockatoo
which we'd buried deeper than Hell.
As old a soul as
any pet ever seems to be,
they always die in the most uneventful ways.
The Clown
He, in fact, told a joke or three,
but that's not why they called him a clown.
If you knew him,
you might do the same.
When he was nine years old,
...he lost his mind in a childish event.
A few doors south of Lenora's house,
he drove his bike into a creek;
and there he stayed for the rest of his life.
He's still there now.
The Valley
Between two mountains
there flowed a stream;
some people said it was a snake,
but those people are gone.
Over the ages,
the stream widened into a river
that flooded the green richness
of the valley.
One couple got lost there;
a search team searched them out
for days and weeks, and then hours.
But like the old snake people:
They were simply gone.
Janet
Janet had five cats,
all were older than her
and
were destined to outlive her.
Janet was born without a mouth.
When she was two years old,
her mother bought her two cats;
when she was three,
she got three more.
Without a mouth,
it was impossible to talk or eat normally
like the other kids at school.
It was so embarrassing when she had to burp out of her nose, everyone noticed,
that it was no big deal
when anyone else burped.
One night, Janet's youngest cat,
the black and red one,
climbed up onto her chest and tried to steal her soul
as she lay sleeping.
That cat was a witch's familiar.
It didn't work,
Janet's soul wouldn't fit through her nose,
it was too thick.
On top of all that,
Janet acquired a morbid case of childhood obesity
and died of diabetes at the age of thirteen.