Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Noah Texting Lanza,Dr Salerian poem

Noah Texting Lanza

I'm so sorry
Genuinely sorry
Admitting
I was wrong very wrong
For the lies
The big fat white lines I memorized
Of course
Nothing you did
How could you?
My escape
Years before
Fading words and images
Perhaps a call from a madam
Marvelous home for autistic boys
Only boys age 6 and under
Playing games 
Toy guns toy bombs
Lots of smoke gray smoke
A farm ponies and goats
Then a boy molesting a goat
Panic teachers terrified
Shameful associations
Guilt autism and weirdness
They said
If I do my part
If I just lie a white lie
Everything will be perfect
That's why
I'm sorry Adam
I'm glad you in heaven
I can’t tell you where I am

It's no heaven

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