Tom Arnone Poet Quatrain

I Wanna Be

Dedicated to Donut Bird.

You throw dead crackers at walking birds,
More stupid people I've never heard.
Now you're sailing past sinking jugs,
Pausing to recall a first love hug.

Tetrahydrocannabinol and carbon rain,
Hosting ghost planets inside your brain.
For the end is near and your world is done,
As the Hellmouth hovers over spoiling fun.

Now I must fight with fortified hands,
The wraiths of fate from demonic lands.
I blast them with lasers from my nuclear eyes,
'till they crisp and smolder, and death does die.

Only then may I dream of forever more,
No raven to caw out chilling lore.
My mouth is dry and my heart does race.
I battle within incomprehensible space.

The phantoms all gather to break my parts,
But I am hot-wired to block their starts.
The reaper reaches to squeeze my soul,
As I zap him (it) with a hot fusion cold.

And now I'm running from a would-be god,
Hanging with a goddess who digs my rod.
Astral projecting from a fat, wet cloud,
I return to Earth for my burial shroud.

This living forever is such a drag,
If I can't have my Dunkin or a girl with a wag.
And I can't throw dead crackers at walking birds,
That pause when they see me -- how absurd!

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Funom Makama May 9, 2016 at 1:14 PM Excellent. This is great and awesome. A definite 7 Tom Arnone May 9, 2016 at 1:44 PM Thank you, F. M. :-)

Andrea Dietrich April 24, 2016 at 12:10 PM haha. I don't really know what you are in this poem, but I DIG it!!! Tom Arnone April 24, 2016 at 7:31 PM Thanks, Andrea -- wish I understood it better, too. Perhaps, a semi-god who still can't get no satisfaction.... ;-)

Poet Destroyer A April 21, 2016 at 11:28 AM Great read, you quote a word or two of Poe's again. He must be and inspiration to you, as he is to me. :) WOW, WOW, awesome rhyme and fun to read... LINDA Tom Arnone April 21, 2016 at 2:29 PM Never satisfied with this one, P. D. (as you can see from the not-too-distant revision) but, I did stop "touching it." It has ... grown on me, I guess. P.S. Yes, Poe is certainly one hefty influence.