let go

wanta scream
stand like a boxer-boulder
at the corner of Hartford and Main

my looking -mouth open
ready to wail across the anxious way
the mobbing crowd crawling round the blocked escapade

hoping to find a door through which to fall
as the sounds of verbal blockage
spread upon the street

tis the moment of jubilation
release of the multi-jagged daggers
rolling in my head

let go
let them roll off the winded air
drop into the bucket of some waiting heart

mine's ready to bust
burst and break apart
with the many years of holding muck in my mouth

blow
let go
release the burdened mem'ries harming my ageing years

my hurting eyes
my hurtful fears
my hurting years