when someone else says your name I want to scream.
how dare they hold you in their mouth.
they don’t know how precious is their verbal cargo.
they toss it in front of me like the morning paper
and stare blankly while I stand laid out and bleeding
“jesus! aren’t you over him yet? ” is what I hear
but I refuse to answer rhetorical questions.
1-3-08
by shannon flanders
djlw
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This rolls all that pain up into a ball and rolls it to the reader...bowled me over. I love his name being a' precious verbal cargo' and how dare anybody else hold that preciousness in their mouth and isn't that last rethoritcal question such a complex clever ending? Don't answer that...great poem. I love it! Precise. Concise. A killer. love Donall Donall