Poem: Pop

About to PopPalindrome.

Popular, as in pop music, that perfectly pleasant melange of reiterated innocuousness informing our youthful rebellion

Even as we have children of our own, little versions of ourselves who

Can’t stand our old stupid music and regressive ways.

The sound a balloon makes when pin is applied to its skin, flexing

Giving bending

Until the pain becomes unbearable and the membrane breached.

Alternately, what happens when pressure builds, hydraulically or otherwise,

Inside a person

Inside a brain.


Something magical or awful happens that others will note with envy or dread

Before everything returns to normal.

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