We have oil heat
Not steam heat,
Yet there are times
When I feel steam
Hissing out both my ears,
Like in an old
Saturday morning cartoon,
I’m the character
Whose eyes pop out
When the lady
With the long hair and big eyes
Passes by,
This jaw dropping sight
Still present in my memory
A permanent reaction
I can’t escape
Even after the passing of years
Since steam still comes out my ears
And my jaw still hits the ground
When she passes.
How do I put my eyes
Back in my head?
How do I forget,
How do I stop
Feeling like a cracked steam pipe
And keep the steam
From hissing out of me?
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