(Only) Seeing Red

A generation sits
devoid of inspiration
to put words to page:
page turner—turning point—point blank range.

Shots fired.

She should be beautiful.
Coca-cola red explodes, like a shaken bottle flowing,
with syllables following
the curve of her body.

Eyes close to a clown’s nose open
on a sugar-coated, color-coded, overloaded

A toro to its cape;
a planned escape.
The hero dies.
Lucy cries,

“Ricky, this is it.”

Glenna Lynne Schubert

**This poem was published in the Fall 2009 issue of Wooden Teeth, The George Washignton University Literay Magazine. You can find out more information on their website here: http://studentorgs.gwu.edu/woodenteeth


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