Dear Blog,
Here is a new poem:
Oh Dear Miss...
By Benjamin Morgan
My jewelry is stolen by park hopping vandals
the thing around my neck
a brazen, sunlight idol
Is gone to the night air at long last
How did they know?
The perpetrator's wretched laughter sick scorches the night
like a vomit or worse
like the flaming pits of hell
Where all the bad men are going to end up
I know what I know
I think of the worst ways to tell everyone I know
pathetic to my wealthy friends
sobbing to my wealthier parents
Green wires, once clipped, run wild with sparking greed
I know what I need
Hugging my gathered loved ones tight and squealing
they smell like cologne
or almost like too much liquor
Why was I even walking alone in that park last night?
I don't even know
Yours,
B Morgz
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