Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Pink and Baby Blue

[this is an old piece, but i changed the punctuation. tell me what you think]

Gas can in hand
he watched the flames
with a smirk on his face,
his wife trapped inside.

He imagined the flames
shooting from the master bedroom
pink and baby blue,
the colors his wife painted his den,
along with everything in the house.

She was unconscious and burning;
chloroform and fire
make for clean breaks.

The only thing to come out from the flames
was black smoke and a golden lab
named Pickles,
his wife named his dog.

Now the dog’s name would be Bear;
he and Bear were going for a drive.

1 comment:

graham said...

this reads better. still love this one.