When You Shoot Unicorns by James Babbs
when you shoot unicorns
they bleed rainbows
I just saw it in a music video
while flipping through the channels
the unicorns wore suits and
they were gathering together
at some kind of a party
a big house with a fireplace and
the blonde singer was attractive
I found her young and pretty
and I really liked the way
she moved her head
the second week of January and
it’s cold outside
the wind keeps blowing and
I’m on the couch
trying to keep my feet warm
every now and then
I take a look out the window
I know I’m old and
almost out of time
Author bits:
James Babbs has published hundreds of poems over the last several years in print journals and online. Recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming at Camel Saloon, Citizens For Decent Literature and Red Fez. His new full-length collection, Disturbing the Light, is coming soon from Interior Noise Press.
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