Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Bomb Shelter Boogie (a poem)

Burning like a neon sun 
Radiating like an atomic missile  
Duck and cover   
As I detonate 
Fulminating in verbal fire 
Billowing blazing words 
Scorching my world  
Venting the pent-up 
Fractured frustrations  
From biting a tongue 
Gnawing it pulpy raw   
Rivulets of crimson 
Pouring down my chin  
Drowning my body  
Until I can’t take it 
Insides ablaze 
Burning like a neon sun 
A selfie wearing a yellow shirt reflecting yellow on my face and mad scientist glasses
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2026, John L. Harmon 


Freak Out, 
JLH 

P.S. click a title for more radiating words…

Convalescent
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My blazing books… 

5 comments:

  1. Chillingly atmospheric stuff John! This is good and so on point.

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  2. vitriol unleashed!

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  3. Wow... Just wow! Great poem, John, as always. Did you have another family get-together?

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    1. 😂 You would think so, but shockingly, relations didn’t inspire this one!

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