Noon Berries At Blue Time Poem by Derrick Andrews

Knives plunging into backs,
Bloody facts,
Needless reminders,
Any time you need despair,
You know just where,
To find her.
Blind rabbits chewing carrots,
A deaf mouse turns quick to flee,
From the saber tooth approaching to advance its killing spree.
Sitting two seats down, in an optical illusion of sound,
A clown buttons up his shirt and plots to destroy the town,
In which his childhood affairs lead him so careless and free,
Into a graveyard of joy, absent of gladness or glee,
Cotton candy turns to ash inside his misguided mouth,
Stuck forever in his past on a road heading due south.
Where forks and spoons eat people at Celtic steeples no doubt,
There was a priest with horrid teeth, and a spot of gray hair,
Preaching of true love and world peace, things he knew weren't there,
To a crowd of black guitars shredding aimlessly,
Not an amp in sight, but they were happy and free,
Cell phones calling each other to spell mother in numbers,
Ringing loud enough to rouse a blue bear from his slumber,
Under a hill with no grass and a tree with no bark,
But I wonder, why didn't Noah leave humans outside his ark..