The Silence Can Only Explode
It is okay to be in touch with this anger
like a virulent cancer
chewing and consuming
this never ending brooding
which is strangely soothing
always a final kiss off
from this foaming mouth
Time to head south
maybe drown in a melting pot
or end up in an oil filled bog
ripe with the stench of rot
Maybe if this is printed out
rolled into a tube
placed inside an old fashioned bottle
it'll only end up in another landfill
or collecting dust
on a strangers window sill
Funny how a picture made him cry
over a thousand times
behind a closed door
where the silence can only explode
into a deafening roar
mathiasthom
written 8/9/10
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