Cartoons Of Ourselves Poem by Laurence Overmire

In the early 1960’s
Rocky bulled my
Winkle
And I still
Haven’t recovered
Boris and Natasha’d
To some Cold War
Hell of someone
Else’s making
Bombs going off
In black and white
Boxes of my head
Flags popping out of guns
That go “Bang! ”
Rocket ships to the
Moon
And back
Wanting to land on
An Earth unspoiled
By the absurdities of
Wacky one-dimensional
Characters who ought
To make us laugh
Instead of cry.


(Previously published in Hinge, Vol.4, Issue 1, May 2003)