MELON DROP
The fly whistle bomber
was alight with it's cargo...
And I was there dreaming;
riding on Argo...
And weapons that dropped
from the Jane Plane by felons...
Were bombs built inside of
our own watermelons...
They opened on impact,
They sprayed us with seeds...
The clocks inside dripping
with the stuff melons bleed....
But the clocks awful ticking
awoke me right after...
And I couldn't help but
give in to my laughter.
Written By Jason Wright
AUGUST 20, 2006