| Psycho Psycho is metallic silver. It looks like a white room with no doors. It smells like odorless natural gas. It tastes like a sour smartie when your mouth is electrified by it's power. It sounds like pots and pans rattling when they fall out of the cabinet. Psycho feels like non-stop nervous energy. |
| By Evan Gallant © 2003 Cincinnati, Ohio, USA This poem was written by my nephew Evan when he was 9. It was a school assignment where students were asked to write about 9/11 (Twin Towers, NYC). It seems he wrote about the energy of the event, and how it felt, rather than the specifics. The teacher, puzzled at first, came to understand the meaning and has been encouraging Evan to write in his more abstract style. I hope he continues too..:-) Evan was 10 on September 28th, 2002. Underground Railroad another poem by Evan Gallant Back...............Next |