Pop! (Revised)
February 17, 2008 by raysweat
High above, a child opens her mouth wide
hears the popping in her ears, says
listen to those funny clouds, mommy.
Down below, a bored priest turns to the man
in the seat next to him and says
‘Hearing a nun’s confession is like
being stoned to death with popcorn.’
The man turns to the woman with him
and says ‘Let’s get out of here.’
The actor turns to the audience
and says ‘This is where we get naked
and say things beyond the script,
the director, the final edit, so please
listen up, even we don’t know what it is.’
But the nun keeps on whispering
and the priest keeps on replying,
‘Well I suppose it’s ok if you imagine
it is Him.’ Out in the street the woman
turns to the man and says ‘You know
I love the way you touch me. You’ll
always be like a god to me. But you
belong with your wife and child.
And you don’t really love me anyway.’
Inside they’re listening intently
to the bubbling naked soliloquy
of wide open mouths uttering
sounds as inarticulate and eloquent
as the kernels of a cloud.
‘Look mommy,’ she says,
‘The whole world is white.
And we’re going straight through it.’
Note: Hearing a nun’s confession…is a quote from Fulton J. Sheen
High above, a child opens her mouth wide
hears the popping in her ears, says
listen to those funny clouds, mommy.
Down below, a bored priest turns to the man
in the seat next to him and says
‘Hearing a nun’s confession is like
being stoned to death with popcorn.’
The man turns to the woman with him
and says ‘Let’s get out of here.’
The actor turns to the audience
and says ‘This is where we get naked
and say things beyond the script,
the director, the final edit, so please
listen up, even we don’t know what it is.’
But the nun keeps on whispering
and the priest keeps on replying,
‘Well I suppose it’s ok if you imagine
it is Him.’ Out in the street the woman
turns to the man and says ‘You know
I love the way you touch me. You’ll
always be like a god to me. But you
belong with your wife and child.
And you don’t really love me anyway.’
Inside they’re listening intently
to the bubbling naked soliloquy
of wide open mouths uttering
sounds as inarticulate and eloquent
as the kernels of a cloud.
‘Look mommy,’ she says,
‘The whole world is white.
And we’re going straight through it.’
High above, a child opens her mouth wide
hears the popping in her ears, says
listen to those funny clouds, mommy.
Down below, a bored priest turns to the man
in the seat next to him and says
‘Hearing a nun’s confession is like
being stoned to death with popcorn.’
The man turns to the woman with him
and says ‘Let’s get out of here.’
Just then the actor turns to the audience
and says ‘This is where we get naked
and say things beyond the script,
the director, the final edit, so please
listen up, even we don’t know what it is.’
But the nun keeps on whispering
and the priest keeps on replying,
‘Well I suppose it’s ok if you imagine
it is Him.’ Out in the street the woman
turns to the man and says ‘You know
I love the way you touch me. You’ll
always be like a god to me. But you
belong with your wife and child.
And you don’t really love me anyway.’
Inside they’re listening intently
to just what these actors might
reveal as they slip out of their
costumes, naked as a mouth and as
wide open as the screen on the world,
uttering sounds as inarticulate and
eloquent as the kernels of a cloud.
