Super Nova. by Brenda Nixon Cook

Super Nova

Axl Rose screams, I’m Going To Make You Bleed. Speakers forward,
audio gain and bass on eleven. The car shakes. Her energy seeps
violet from every pore. She knows there is no containment
possible. Maximum overdrive. She longs for everything to
stop. For the question that tumbles around in her noisy
mind to take a needed rest. She longs for the benefit
of sex, hot and hard or a good cry. Her soul wants
to crawl from her body and leave. Bags bagged,
a one way ticket to somewhere quiet. There
are days the question that flies around her
brain reminds her of a photograph of a
tree in Greece . A tuning fork near the
sea, two limbs barren from ocean
spray. Growing vines cling to
its split trunk, act as foliage
and form the question that
haunts her. That simple
answer is but another
question to tumble
into nothingness.
She hums along
To the

published in Pen Shells (2007)

One thought on “Super Nova. by Brenda Nixon Cook

  1. Found my poem posted here and was suprised to see it. This poem was originally posted on the IBPC website and in my chapbook An Insatiable Desire for Deja’Vu. Nice to be such esteemend company. 🙂 Bebe Cook( Brenda Nixon Cook)


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