Poetry
"Untitled"
By:
Christian Owen
If
Peter Pan were in a band,
Six
string in his hand,
What kind of band would it be?
Alternative,
Rap, or maybe Top-40.
Would
he come on stage in tights?
Would
he have to sell the rights -
-to his un-reality?
Never-land
he calls home.
In
our imaginations, he and Alice are free to roam.
Lost
in images of dismay, telling me just what to say.
The
voices in my head make me this way.
If
Bugs Bunny could be a human man,
Free
to roam this land,
What race would he choose?
Black,
White, or maybe Moulin Rouge.
Would
he dance up on stage for our delight?
Just
like before, in the Yosemite Sam fight?
-we are going to get you rabbit!
A
hole in the earth, he calls home.
In
our imagination he and Sam are free to roam.
Lost
in images of dismay, telling me just what to say.
The
voices in my head make me this way.
If
I was in trouble,
Running
from the law on the double,
Hurry
fast, tell me where could I hide?
Behind
lies, distractions, or maybe pride.
If
I was in love? Oh, wouldn't that be a treat!
To
take the flower, and hope to land on my feet.
-With Pan and Bugs, yeah that's where I'd hide.
Escaping with both at my side.
Other's
Imaginations, I'd call home.
In
the mind of a child, darkest corners I'd roam.
Giving
them images of dismay, I'd tell them just what to say.
The
voices in my head make me this way.
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