[New-Poetry] Backwards poetry

[Halvard Johnson]

Well, this one involves some backwardsness:

THE GRASSY KNOLL

In my dream
I am standing
behind a white
picket fence
on a grassy knoll
drawing a bead on
a president
in an open car.
I get off two
quick shots,
see a head
explode
in a haze
of red and
gray, see
the woman turn
to scramble
after bits of
brain
and skull,
see, over
my shoulder
heads turning
toward me, toward
where I am hidden,
see uniformed men
running toward me.
But then all the pictures
run backwards toward
where the car comes
around the corner
straight towards me
where I stand on
the grassy knoll
sighting along
the barrel of my
rifle, seeing
the head again, the
smiling face, the shock
of hair, feeling the warm
steel of the trigger,
hearing the cheers
of the crowd, the
voice in my head
shouting, “Shoot!”

--HJ

fr. Guide to the Tokyo Subway

McCain / Palin -- Just say thanks but no thanks.
They're a bridge to nowhere.

Halvard Johnson
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