Poem 466

The little nondescript men whose fretful droning internal monologue about making an impact blinds and deafens them to everything and everybody around them … the Elton John/Bernie Taupin song about John Lennon’s loss (Empty Garden) describes his killer as an insect … every one with the same boring story …

The Bomber

I was not the man who exploded the bomb
nevertheless every morning
I turn myself in to the police
they refuse to lock me up
they say they are sick
of seeing me

on every late night bus
I announce that it was me who did it
everyone ignores me
and I am thrown out
for being a nuisance

I have been successful
I am unsuspected
and now I may begin

the police stations
the buses
the depots

everything will shake apart
beneath my fingers