Thursday, July 17, 2014

blow up

I have a fear of exploding
Along with all normal fears
The government, the boogeyman
Or woman
But mostly exploding. Its irrational.
I'm not strapped with TNT
No gallon jar of ethanol blend
Still I picture myself in little
Pieces,  stuck to buildings
I just couldn't take that
Maybe I wouldn't explode
All the way, two legs supporting
A shredded torso...
my blinking head nearby
Possibly thinking "Explosion
I was afraid of that."



Jackson said...

Dickens believed spontaneous combustion was for real. Happened in Bleak House. Very amusing poem, here. But I'm alarmed at the same time.

chopready said...

I think its just gas