' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Attack Of The Heart(For Ruthie) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Afraid
I am

the frayed rope
about to snap

as the tightrope walker
creates his next step

that isn't there.

I am the ghost
that wants to die

(but doesn't know how)

to become
nothing

craving
non-existence.

I am the snowman
dragged inside the house

by an eager child
weeping at my death

before a roaring
hearth

the pain teaching me
to hate

each second it creates

my screaming mind screaming
old American T.V. shows

CAR 54...
WHERE...aghhhhhhhh...ARE YOU?

MR. ED THE...oooooooooooooooh
TALKING HORSE

GET SMART....noooooooooooooo!

I DREAM OF JEANNIE...*%! ?

the pain opening
a black hole

that I gratefully
dive into

as it swallows
me whole

'Oh my immortal soul! '
Mr. Faust comments.