Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Poem - The Final Solution

Aka: When the Brothers remove Shredder's head from his body



Leonardo
To push the matter to a final conclusion
I stand in a fine red mist, sprinkling
A pitter patter of soft surrender
To silence in the slicing through a throat

Raphael
To push the matter to a final conclusion
Twin leaders but chosen only one, splattered
A violent fountain choked with filth and bile
To Hell, with the severing of his head

Donatello
To push the matter to a final conclusion
Three stand in trinity stance, arterial-spray
Erythrocytes and leukocytes and thrombocutes
To brain death, through lack of oxygen

Michelangelo
To push the matter to a final conclusion
Four brothers alone in cardinality, bloody
Sin held by all through struck by one regardless
To Shredder’s defeat, and initiation into murder

Fate

Can you ask the leaf to move the wind?
Coming from the grave to kiss the tree.
Skipping autumn gold and winter death,
Making Spring bud from Summer green?

I am full of POETRY-GOO and thus will write more!

1 (Lent)
Fasting is fun
except when it
makes you so
hungry that you
yell at your own
grandma for
stupid stuff.

2 (St. Augustine's Confessions)
To take a pear
and feel the rush
rebellion in the making
pigs throwing pears to pigs
grunting and squealing in glee
although sin tastes bad and the pears
taste like death

3 (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac)
Is it worse to deserve death
or to deal death to those who deserve?
Looking into the abyss can be scary
and looking into the mirror scarier still.
Death comes accidentally on purpose
but still doesn't kill the emotions that crush you.

4 (Superman Returns)
I can fly
And it's really quite amazing
The birds scatter
The little ants below can only stare
Having a son is sunlight fantastic
Loosing Lois to someone else knocks me from the sky
Flying nauseates me
Being ignored is comfortable suicide
Superman is a stuttering obfuscation
And I hate all of it

hawaii

in the shade of all my regrets
we walk along the regal beach
the tide pulls sand between our toes
you shouldn't have done this
you spent too much money

in the shade of all my regrets
a breeze of mist and tropics blows
lifting my hair as i shake my head
i did it because you wanted it
i did it because i love you

in the shade of all my regrets
make believe looks real enough
the ocean still sings in the conch
but then I open my eyes, and
there was no trip, and you're dead