John Lawless Poet Free verse

Evil's Bookends

Evil’s Bookends


Sept 8, 2001, 7:30PM
The limo arrives
the concierge opens the doors
to a clear cool night in the city,
a first Broadway Play.
A cell phone call, a Playbill
tucked between a broken pencil
and a pair of bifocals.

Sept 12, 2001, 10:35AM
Sirens blare
amid grey-white ash.
A cell phone rings,
torn Playbill flaps.
Broken pencil,
sightless glasses,
crushed in the grip
of mindless madness.



9/30/2014
Submitted for Craig Cornish
Chopped – Poetry Contest

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Andrea Dietrich October 2, 2014 at 11:15 PM OMG you nailed this one. This is BRILLIANT. If I did that crazy contest, you would be a clear winner. and the title is WOW. a 7! John Lawless October 3, 2014 at 4:53 AM Thanks Andrea, I hesitated to post it after it was written as the subject matter is painful. I could see Craig's next segment using only a different date and the same items. Alway appreciate your input and support.