pop

i could
feel it

pop
poppop

the edge
of the mania
warble

pop

a ripple
ran along in
a placid
distortion
yet it filled
me with a
loathsome
anticipation

pop poppop
pop

the drips
of moisture
in my
throbbing
skull becoming
agitated

pop

i don’t
want to fall
i have seen
this bottom
dwelled in
this hell

pop
poppop pop

but the
kernel does
not decide
if it is to be
seed or
popcorn

pop

and i never
seem to have
a say in
anything

pop pop
poppoppop
poppop

just a scrap
of husk wedged
behind your
aorta itching
with every
contraction
you cannot find
a way to scratch

pop