Squealing On Myself Poem by Mark Money

i promised
(i said i would)
i always keep my promises.
why you want to hear me squeal i don't know

do you realize (of course you don't)
how long it's been since i set down blue lines?
i can't even recall
could have been the time of a new life
i thought; no new love
the writing class?maybe not.

squealing on myself, i stand
face down in bed listening to the clock
as the minutes fall.
how long has it been? how long will it be?
answer me.i promised.

© (1978- Tulsa, OK)