Short Hindenburg Poems

(A Variation of: Your Departure Versus the Hindenburg by Kenneth Koch)

Every time you enter the room
I see it as an extension of 
      Pompeii
That great 76 A.D. volcano erupting
In molten lava like a 2-liter of soda exploding
     after it has been shaken.
When you enter a room, 
people run in fear to
     hide from your presence....

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My head ignites
like the Hindenburg
with rage-drenched doubt
while fighting the urge
to despise the light
of harmony I purge.

Punch-drunk and wheezy
in my mirrorbox maze,
I hot-box with demons
each wearing my face
determined with egos
defiant against grace.

Such balanced pairings
provoke familiar dances
with jabs and aches to spare
until atoms stack on command
to punctuate orders
of self's brutal demand....

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