explosion prevention

i was flipping through my senior year book a few days ago and saw this poem, written by one of my sister's friends. i think i appreciate it now more than i did in 1998. (i honestly don't know if the formatting was due to the eccentricity of the writer or the ineptitude of the yearbook staff. considering the parties involved, it could really be either option)

for those who express doubts about the ambiguity of the

word

i am filled with extreme apprehension

for i am

afraid of insincerity

and uneasy at the concept of a self-proclaimed artist

however

"artist"

he sits on his bed and cries through his pen

he screams with furious flurries of notes

(unfake)

he does these things

not because he wants to

or because he needs points on an assignment,

he does them because he has to

or he will explode

"artist"

by joshua clausen