Eight-line Poems 2

Aside

Aside

I love the sound of breaking glass,
the fourth wall descending in a shower of shards,
my arm reaching out to grasp your collar
and drawing you in to say boo in your face,
yet adding spice to your suspension of belief
as you become complicit in creation,
grinning with me in recognition
of deliberate interjection.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 09.30.24
Prompt: Interjections.
Note: There is a chapter in my book The Gabbler’s Testament that is one long interjection or “breaking of the fourth wall.”