Very Bad Poetry

Imagine for a moment if you can

Your hometown
A place where you grew up and had fond memories
A place with apple pie in the summer evening
And warm coffee in the winter mornings

Now I don’t know what your particular hometown looks like
So to continue this example
I am going to use mine, though it shall remained unnamed

Now I want you to continue to imagine this place
With is oak and maple
Lining the different streets
And vintage cars parked alongside

However there is something different
For the some of the cars are on fire
And you cant cross town
Because of the barricades set up at 11th and J
And you know that your family is somewhere in the south
But you don't know how to get there

And as you cross down K
You dart into one of the broken windows
Searching for something
Searching for someone
Searching for anything

But its is burned and looted

And you hear the vibrato of an explosion and you have to move
Move faster
Move on
Just keep moving really

For you are running out of time

You can here the sirens off in the distance
So you make a sharp left
And you see the remains of the town hall
Gutted and burned like
Some primitive animal
And now you know that your running out of time
So you keep running south
Between fallen trees

And then you hit it
That black wall of kevlar
And the void between

You try to run across it
But shots ring out
Hurry
For the red on the ground isn't the merlot from last week

There are bodies
Falling
Behind you Friends and enemies
And people
You don't even know

You pass landmarks dead and gone

You pass homes dead and gone

You pass love dead and gone

And just like that

In this void between black and red

You are dead and gone

The newspapers will use your image to
Display a horrible war
Between those who
Support one law
And those
Who oppose it


But alas this is AMERICA
And chaos could never happen here
Though everyone remembers 1992
No one wants to remember it for themselves

So sit back and enjoy
Your hometown
A place where you grew up and had fond memories
A place with apple pie in the summer evening
And warm coffee in the winter mornings
And simply just read the news
And not relive it

Heinz 57 has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Heinz's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Heinz's latest works: