I was also absent from Speak Your Piece last night, but I hear they made up a game. The exercise is to write a poem with the title “Death in Hampden” and the first line “I want to be impaled on a pink flamingo.” Here goes…
“I want to be impaled on a pink flamingo…”
Narrator: In a strange city, a grid of streets named for trees
without trees,
streets lined with cars, bars and wannabe rockstars,
A wildman dares to make a bold fashion statement:
“If I see one more bullshit tattoo, I swear to god I’ll kill you all!”
Narrator: this summer. The streets are lined with cars, bars and wannabe rockstars…
Pop legend “Plastic Centaur” stars in an epic film…
and the alleys run with beer and blood…
this summer…
Whoosh…
“Get away from that jukebox!”
sounds of explosions…
gratuitous breasts, beehive hairdos, more breasts, sex, inexplicable running…
this summer…
Death.. in Hampden…
Coming soon, to a theater near you