To Live And Die In The Bronx Poem by mad poet

To Live And Die In The Bronx



I step into the apartment I call hell.
It wants my money
and it wants my soul.

I can hear my Gina, my warrior woman!
She greets me
with the pounding of her hooves
across the hardwood floors above my head,
pounding and pounding,
until my eyeballs explode out of their sockets
like popcorn on a hot skillet!
I beg her to carpet all that is her Kingdom
but she will hear nothing of such trappings.!
The minutes pass like hours, the hours -days, and the days, centuries!
Forever and always!
always and never!

My sweet Viola! My goddess queen!
She wants my sanity and she wants it all! .
Her 500 MEGA-WATT Yamaha stereo
vaporizes my walls like a jack hammer thru chocolate pudding!
sending my ears flapping about their hinges
waving to the beat of her twin tower woofers
til I can bear it no more!

I STRAP ON THE INSTRUMENT OF MY DEMISE
AND I DETONATE!

My lovely Gina!
My sweet Viola! !
Forever and always, always and never!

...........But now more never than ever!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Victoria Gauci 22 January 2012

Awesome, I really like it! Good writing!

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