Retarded USC Girl

I stumbled across this poem on the net today.. and I loved it. I do this a lot... I look online when I am bored... for bits of poems or stories... or articles... or manifestos... anything great or brilliant or wonderful.... and I realize more so than ever.... that greatness falls to perception and experience and that what I find great... a lot of people will hate.... but here is something I loved.... mainly because it is a new perception.... and I saw the Family Guy the other night and Norm Macdonald was the voice of Death... and while I hate Norm... I loved the show.... anyway... here it is...

Eyes Fastened With Pins
By: Charles Simic



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How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
Ironing death's laundry.
The beautiful daughters
Setting death's supper table.
The neighbors playing
Pinochle in the backyard
Or just sitting on the steps
Drinking beer. Death,
Meanwhile, in a strange
Part of town looking for
Someone with a bad cough,
But the address somehow wrong,
Even death can't figure it out
Among all the locked doors...
And the rain beginning to fall.
Long windy night ahead.
Death with not even a newspaper
To cover his head, not even
A dime to call the one pining away,
Undressing slowly, sleepily,
And stretching naked
On death's side of the bed.

posted by Ashlyn @ 8:40 AM