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a poem by Michele McDannold (1 of 2)
Surprise, You're Dead
I'm scared of my neighbor's eyes,
my landlord's tentacles.
Wonder if this small-town life
is worth the low crime rate,
the faint smell of home
and knowing all the streets not by name
but a feel rooted in twenty years ago.
Taking the back road along the cemetery
there's a utility pole with the words
"Fuck Life"
spray-painted up the side.
It seems like the right place to be
and I am envious.
my landlord's tentacles.
Wonder if this small-town life
is worth the low crime rate,
the faint smell of home
and knowing all the streets not by name
but a feel rooted in twenty years ago.
Taking the back road along the cemetery
there's a utility pole with the words
"Fuck Life"
spray-painted up the side.
It seems like the right place to be
and I am envious.
© by Michele McDannold
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #18 ~ November 2011
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