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It's a sure cause for chaos

"she felt like an actress just

reading her lines"

And the pages were bleeding under the 65 watt light



I could be like Socrates and

answer a question with an even better question

But talking to myself is like talking to a two

thousand year old wall

It becomes more and more difficult then even you are



In stanza three:

I could say whats really on my heart

This is the meat of the poem

This is the part where I give you

something tough to chew on

Yes, the fresh stainless steel cut of

the final line that sends you sideways

upside down and stunned



Ive let the connection burn burn burn

Its static crackling my ears

Rip it up and your hands instinctively crumble

Theres more to it then the alphabetic letters or

the composed verses

Behind them all is the creator

The writer, who puts them carefully together for

a specific reason

To shout out a specific message

to one specific listener



A firecracker in a jar

Now that would be 4th of July chaos

But I have been there, and I have done that

And I would do it again in a heartbeat:

to feel the rush of a surely painful explosion

the adrenaline, somehow packed down into memory

then the bits and pieces sharded into you

sometimes they even remain a part of you- in the

form of undying, bubbling scars.