Unwritten Until Tomorrow

Unwritten Until Tomorrow

A Poem by Brett Hernan





Ronald McDonald!
Colourful clown!
Gets his kicks
Cutting rain-forests down!

-TRADITIONAL

Who needs the 'The Bomb'?
Turn off the power on earth
and refuse to give it back.
Until, they all decide,
they'd might as well, agree.

The orchardist,
who grew the apple,
passes the fruit
to the man, who wishes
to eat it.

Without
twenty merchants
between.

They go down
to Salamanca market
early, every Saturday morning.
To watch for, and steal,
still
half-asleep,
hungover, and out of it,

women's
left unattended,
for a few seconds,

handbags, because one
of them
is a woman.

The fake Colonel Sanders
is kept out
the back stamping among
quick white hens
in a small,
scratch muddied backyard.

Tugging the trigger
of a long barrelled six-shooter
yet, constantly missing.

Your beautiful son,
Optimus Prime,
is twelve now
and he has made it
to MMA
World Champ.

Indelible, his sleeve tattoo
was made complete
by the age of seven,
just like you both,
agreed.

Having left open
an inkless patch,
unwritten until tomorrow,
when inside a heart,
it proclaims,
'Mom and Dad,
Forever'.

He has a message:
"Mother, I have a gift
made just for you.
In imagination,
please possess the universal,
anything."

Borrowed, without permission.
My apologetic condolences.
Unless,
it made you smile,
even once.

It was all because
Hitler, during World War Two,
as a pilot,
clandestinely traveled
the world
incognito, impregnating
various women
in Allied countries.

Secreted safely,
in various locations,
these children,
have since, taken control
of the most powerful
offices on earth.

The skylight ceiling
of the ginormous
cathedral shopping mall
food court has, below,
a
camouflaged, reflective
glass
concealed, observation deck
for secure and anonymous
scrutiny.

Shadowy figures
not realising
the light inside was greater
than that out.
Two plainclothes drug squad detectives
and one uniformed cop
watch the drug dealer handle
plastic fork.

To be concise,
they slice
with a rusted, old
and long blunt,
knife.

After the discovery
of electricity,
(a fire form),
to stop it from
remaining only
the magician's
novel secret,
devices were required
that consumed
and made it
a necessity.

One hundred criminals
from prison escaped
during the flood.

Total loss of someone's
law and order was predicted,
prompting the military
to arrive and reinstate order.

That is,
to hunt down
each of the escapees
and on first sight

to shoot and kill.

Looking deeply
into one of those
discount shop
3-D pictures.

Every single fictional
character ever appearing
on TV has become
the most recent victim
of a real life serial killer.

The phone rang
in the middle
of the night.

Unknown voice said,
"You know, all of them,
slasher/horror films,
you know?
They are nought,
but a celebratory,
public re-enactment
of the multifarious,
undiscovered and never
to be prosecuted,
murders, ritually committed,
in the name
of evil."
















© 2017 Brett Hernan


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Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



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Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

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