One time,
SWEAR TO GOD ABOVE,
heard my dynamite cry before it went.
Weren’t a pleasant sound,
shook me to the foundation,
rippin’ the granite from my soul,
burstin’ with somethin’ I ain’t heard since.
And when it went,
it went like a thunderclap,
rippin’ through my brain.
Struck me then,
maybe ‘splosion’s just a release.
Deep to think about I know,
but somethin’ poetic about it,
I guess,
anyways.
Never been much of a poet myself.
