Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Melanie Browne- A Poem

Texas Gothic
At the head shop,
we buy incense,
skull beads,
tarot cards,
She starts to cry
“I’m lost,” she tells me
“I feel like I'm
in a corn maze
but all the corn is
on fire,” she says
I try and guide
her out,
we take all
the wrong turns
but in the end,
I discover
its more
fun being
we stand there,
searching the sky
for the southern cross,
smoking cigarettes
in another crowded theater 
of the absurd

1 comment:

  1. Best line? "Its more fun being lost." True, if you don't fight it, but go with it.