poetry, tony

Tony // Pantoum

The night we thought Tony died

Apocalypse and dripping skies

Lions walking in the streets

When he hit that tree and ran.

 

Apocalypse and dripping skies

We ran into the thunder dialing

When he hit that tree and ran

Spinning green and twisted silence.

 

We ran into the thunder dialing

Skidding past his fallen jeep

Spinning green and twisted silence

A neighbor woke and screamed.

 

Skidding past his fallen jeep

Lions walking in the streets

A neighbor woke and screamed

The night we thought Tony died.

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