bomb
screaming loud
like BOOM
startling
with a deep tone
the dust settles
sirens
a dog barks
sirens
air raiders
the raiders
come like rain
too quiet
hear, it comes
hear it coming
here it is
and then BOOM
the blast
and the dirt
and the dust
i'm hugging my knees
and I feel sick
all over
this incredibly loud sickness
the bathwater turns cold
i'm more naked than ever
covered only by darkness
I CAN SEE THE SKY
through the new hole in my ceiling
all the stars like BOOM
Quick On-the-Road One-Handed Note: The Rumpus for My Birthday
-
Learning to write lefty.
And to peck
at the keys like
a poet.
The political consequences of the shift. Minutely felt as they are...
Many thanks to The Rum...
13 years ago
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