Oh No
By Big Frank Dickinson
A flashing light in the rearview mirror;
Midnight telephone’s blast of fear;
The watched phone that never rings;
The screaming silence a gaff brings.
A manila envelope at your door;
That lump that wasn’t there before;
A shadow leaking from the alley;
Money owed that will not tally.
The lost grip and subsequent slip.
The bedside monitor’s sudden blip.
The memory that won’t let you rest;
The necessary but forgotten test.
The silence of the alarm unheard;
The openhearted offer spurned.
The only possible option closed;
The painful secret now exposed.
The shock inhabits all of you
From head through heart it’s true;
In fact what really vexed
Is what you think comes next.
By Big Frank Dickinson
A flashing light in the rearview mirror;
Midnight telephone’s blast of fear;
The watched phone that never rings;
The screaming silence a gaff brings.
A manila envelope at your door;
That lump that wasn’t there before;
A shadow leaking from the alley;
Money owed that will not tally.
The lost grip and subsequent slip.
The bedside monitor’s sudden blip.
The memory that won’t let you rest;
The necessary but forgotten test.
The silence of the alarm unheard;
The openhearted offer spurned.
The only possible option closed;
The painful secret now exposed.
The shock inhabits all of you
From head through heart it’s true;
In fact what really vexed
Is what you think comes next.
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