Saturday Night Poetry Jam

Lunatics at Random


A garage door opener
Ten miles away
From a penthouse apartment
Detonates a metal-cased object
The sleeping children have no time to scream
The sky is clear


Two teens at a desolate spot
Crickets chirping in harmony
Passion fogs the windows
A shadow is cast upon the windshield
Their virginity remains intact
Forever
The tide is high

A history teacher grades papers
In a rented living room
On an undusted coffee table
The shrill noise of the alarm
Kicks him in the head
Smoke overpowers him
Both exits are blocked
Later a gas can is found
The moon is full.