inventing terror


bullets in movies have that up 
from under zing now, and bones,
snapping, take every echo seriously
 
you wonder if it's really the Foley boys 
busting celery, or Tarantino in the morgue 
bruising the dead, but 

how swoony love can be,
dark blooms of blood, and augury
 
how it gets in there and havocs me

one ought to keep in mind
these days
the goodness of good people,
how beautiful that is

tell me worry is worthless,
not to fool with it
and i'll watch where you go
what you fool with
and who you love so bad



© Copyright 2004 Peter Chapman

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