Tuesday, July 28, 2009


If there were one law that I could revoke
this ain't it. Pressure-cooker tyranny
on hapless gas must finally provoke
eruption: particles will seek a free
path, mean or not. But infinite compression,
populace compacted into mass
as dense as neutron stars, curtailed expression—
tyrants dream of bringing this to pass.

The globe is heating up; the pressure rises,
information moves electric-fast
to puncture silence, rip away disguises,
softening borders hardened by the past.
Economies have fallen into shreds
while steam builds up inside of people's heads.

--for Cafe Writing

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Michelle Johnson said...

People are known to have a lot of steam built up in their heads. It's when people act on it that gets them into trouble.

Anonymous said...

I love how you incorporate this law of chemistry with a pressure cooker and people. My favorite is the second stanza of the poem.

I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing it on Cafe Writing. :)

Cafe Writing Barista said...

Loved both of your SPACE contributions. This last spring summer (from May til now) has been brutal for me, and I apologize for letting CW go slack.

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