Poems That Came From a Beanstalk

Actually

Times are good for some of it
I can't fib about that

But when they aren't
They really aren't
And nothing is
When this is so

And I nearly explode

From the heat in my chest
From the heat in my throat
It swells like I can't breath

The disappointment of
My life
Crashes through with every pulse

And the heat builds

The rhythm of
The beating of
The ticking of--

Tick
Tick
Click

My heart

More of a bomb than a lifeline
It's going to explode one of these days