Poetry Corner

Here's a poem that my friend Sasha wrote, she's awsome! I think that she should start a whole blog of her poetry, but I don't know how i"m goign to convince her, you guys will have to help me by commenting!

A PERSPECTIVE LOOK AT SILLY THINGS PARENTS TELL THEIR CHILDREN
A breeze as soft on my skin,
As a sweet whisper in my ear,
As warm as a lover's breath
On the back of my neck,
The dew pulsating along
The tip of each blade of grass
Mingling with the aroma
Of a fresh morning.
The wind whistling through the trees
As it tickles each leaf,
The playful twirling music resounding
All around from our feathery neighbours -
The chorus of nature -
Makes me skip as I once did
Long ago when I was just a kid.
The blue above, so bright, almost smiling
As I make out the shapes of the clouds,
As a butterfly goes floating by
SMACK!!!
I was hit by a bus!
As I lay so still on my back
Torn up from skidding against the pavement,
Bits of dirt and pebbles
Ground into my open flesh,
The dust forming a pate
With my draining blood and sweat,
The searing pain of my broken legs
Mingling with the unquenchable
Throbbing of my head
That has been split down the back
Releasing a flowing ruby river,
Like the collapse of a massive dam,
Upon collision with the road,
As I choke on my own blood
Spewing up my throat to relieve pressure
From my shattered and mangled insides
From which I can already begin
To smell the scent of rotting
As I feel a rib stabbing . . . something . . .
I believe to be my stomach?
As I look over at my own arm
Unattached, and quite abstract
As the pounding against my brain
Stirs in with the rest of the excruciation
I begin to fade out
And the only thing on my mind,
While numb from pain I lay:
"Why didn't I wear clean underwear today?"
--Sasha Rose (May 27, 2004)