Okay
So what?
The dam is busting
And I’m gonna drown
Gonna drown in the flood
In the flood of tears
In the torrent
In the deluge
In the river rushing
No way to stop it
Go away
You don’t want to hear this
Your hand on my shoulder
A pin to a balloon
I’m gonna pop, yeah
Any moment now
Explosion BOOM
And this room
And everything in it
Will be splashed
Dripping with human shrapnel
See I’m spinning out
Like a bald tire
Spinning out of control
Out of money
Out of work
Out of love and into
A head-on collision
Major explosion
As I meet myself
On the other side
Go away,
You don’t want to feel this
Sure, I’m soft and human
On the outside
Where you see me
But I’m hard as crystal
And hospital sterile
On the inside
Where it hurts
I tell you
I am a clock
Ticktickticking down to zero
I’m gonna blow and when I go
It’s gonna get all over you
It’s gonna go down deep
Slivers stuck beneath the skin
Bamboo under your nails
And a scream
That will echo round and round
Your sweet, caring, stupid skull
‘Till you open your mouth and howl
‘Till you open your mouth and scream
And scream
My scream
With my hand on your shoulder
And my voice whispering
Everything, everything, everything’s gonna be okay
Friend
But did you explode? Did the clock get to zero? Or was the scream just inside you; not part of the existent world?
Reviewed by Jerry Andrews (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2003
Hi- Susannah- Your foto caught my eye- an interesting looking person. I like the way you express yourself in your bio. I'm an old journalism major myself. Your poem here is very powerful. I enjoyed it. Read my Out, Long Gone Love, Willow, Journey and Old Souls and let me have some real feedback, like I know you can. I'll do three more at least of yours, for an even swap. Looking forward to hearing from you. Thanks- Jerry
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