Tilt-A-Whirl Poem by Jack Dylan

Do you know how I just felt
A notch in your belt
A name on your list
To Hell with it all, now I’m just pissed

Damn all these voices
Running through my head
They won’t cease and desist
Until my egos been fed.

You could make them all stop
If you would just ring me today
Why do you avoid me
And keep running away

My bitter cold heart
You’ve opened once more
Filleted with a knife
Pouring onto the floor

I look down on myself
From eyes up above
Something has changed
What’s wrong with this love

My face is all wet
Just like before
When will God help
Me even the score

Why should I try
For that matter, care
Life’s just a ride
Like the one at the fair

1/30/06