Wonderland
/Angel Alman
Please.
I want to go.
Where the Buffalo roam.
And the wild Dogs run amok.
Where the Turkeys and Pheasants and Doves
Fly straight of hot bullets and flaming arrows.
Where the Crooked and Corrupt are dragged by the ankles.
And hung for all to see.
To celebrate.
A Jungle.
Neither Heaven nor Hell.
A land far off and distant.
With grazing cattle.
Herded by naked blondes,
With dripping breasts.
Please.
I want to go.
Where I can run and jump.
And dive.
Where I can pull the trigger
Without waking the neighbors.
(Angel Alman) A.A. Radončić is a poet/essayist from Boston. He has work appearing/forthcoming in AlienBuddhaPress, PrometheanCity, DontSubmitLit, TheCambridgeDay
