Clancy O'Connell


This is the world I created.

Somehow. Without knowing.

One hand in my pocket,

the other with fingers 

entwined in red locks.


This landscape stretching

is one that I painted

while pleading the fifth.

I now plead ignorant insanity.

I lost the brush, or

I'd paint fire to it myself.


This chaos. This cacophonous

thunder of images

colliding with idealism.

this is my punk/metal/rave

sheet music, played by

beating hollow sticks

against an ivory cage.

            Wagner meets Rage.


This is the world I created.

The world I didn't know

enough to fear.

The world that grew

itself an island. Inescapable.

            And I can't remember

                        how to swim.