Thursday, June 30, 2011

The Last Letter

Dear Jean, you failed,
 You swung too high, atop your tower.
 You rung too loudly at every hour. 
Your gruesome face too much to mask. 
A failure at a simple task. 
Was once a toad with great potential 
Now the bell you sound is non-sequential 
One of a kind, who wouldn't quit.
 Now has not one thing to show for it.


 Dear John, what happened?
 You swam amidst a school of fish. 
A bottom feeder with a twist.
 The current you would swim against 
Would never push you to the fence.
 But you knew, indeed for certain 
that your gills were just a curtain 
For the feet you had been sprouting 
And the taste for bugs you'd gotten. 
Yet you stay beneath the water.
 Leap away! I say to you.
 Keep yourself from staying wet.
 Drying out is more fun I bet. 


I'm wet, I'm mad. I'm also sad. 
I'm drunk. I've sunk On bottom bunk. 
The weight, quite quaint 
What can I say? 
It wouldn't happen any other way.
 Forlorn and scorn in trouble born. 
A rash, a crash. Another day. 
I breed, a seed, please not this time.
I've wined. I've dined.
 It's over now.
 Tonight.... 
Juan, Dear., it's all your fault.

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