FRANKENWEENIE (a tribute to Tim Burton) I know it sounds So gruesome But I kept that body On my bed For a long long time. It was a natural death, And not a homicide So I figured it was alright, And no one would mind? I kept it clean, Kept it fed, Made sure It had breath? Sort of a Heimlich Manouver To double time, The Moonlight Sonnata For me worked just fine, Kept me in rhythm? So hands up... Out came the air Hands down, Push-push A groan like despair.. (See the air oozes out And makes This odd sound?) So this one night Joe stops by Stood by my door way Looked kinda shy Want some ice-cream? I looked up at him, Then down at the bed, At my hands curved To that rib-cage And shook my head. I cant, I just cant! He nodded And smiled So I looked down again At the thing on my bed, And got up and took Joes hand instead. That is how It all happened. I admit it. I gave up And that is how Love died. Manuela Cardiga
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 18:49:37 +0000
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