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Too long in Dallas


Too long in Dallas

We have grown the mushroom skin

Plaque volcanoes are erupting on every tooth and tongue

Our ears burn hot with heaping wax

While 20 sets of fingernails grow downward to the ground

Will they take root and hold us here

Dirty.    displaced.   numb.

Maybe when they grip this earth
No one will be able to point
that  nasty finger of blame

Then we will melt into to the dirt…

Oh look
is that our plane


About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

6 responses »

  1. This is so good . .. and really great for April Fool’s Day. The end got me! 🙂

  2. I don’t think the Chamber of Commerce will be hiring you anytime soon, wath. Great poem. Evokes some memories we would sooner forget, but can’t.


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