don't breathe
teacher tells me to imagine the gunshots are just something silly
like a clown knocking over a priceless vase because he is clumsy
and there is one now, one vase down haha
and then another maybe this one is a silly man
walking in to a glass door that crashes and smashes haha
then I lie very still and don’t breathe
don’t breathe
because if we breathe they might knock more vases over
silly clowns haha
if we breathe they might walk in to more glass doors
silly men haha
so I don’t breathe
and something is running in to my mouth
so I close my mouth
and don’t breathe
and I look over at my friend
and she is not breathing
and I am so proud of her
because she is really good at pretending
then the teacher howls and its loud its loud
and everyone is pretending now
everyone is pretending now
everyone is pretending now
everyone is pretending now
john short
Fri 22nd Dec 2017 11:57
Hi Stu, to me this poem is a kind of comment on the human condition. We live in a world so volatile and crazy that we're almost too scared to breathe. And there is a silent consensus agreement to pretend that everything's okay really (just watch TV commercials). Maybe this isn't what you were trying to say but that's how I understood it. I think you could probably lose "because he is clumsy" as it's not necessary. But a very good poem which has impact.