understated explosion

originally written 10.17.03

uncontested, no less.
i'm no more than a man broken
away from the shell.
possibly destined for great
failures, or quiet symphonies.
addicted to noice with
a dependacy on sound.

conversations wind down,
i get wound up in the atmosphere.
i drown in thin air--
yet to disappear...but you don't see

a longing to explode
over the whole fucking earth
and leave no spot uncovered.
i'll lay myself naked and vulnerable
for everyone to see.

i'm no example, no role model, but a
poster child for something never seen.

i've exploded and the shell has
cracked...shattered...
and it's fucking beautiful.
i'm fucking beautiful...
and they can't help but to talk about it--
whether i've risen...
or have come flailing down...
so loudly softspoken.