I remember as a kid
When I first read Poe
All those big words
Such potentials for woe
All those big worlds
Where anyone could go
But sometimes an idea
Pops into my head
Something substantial
A remembered dread
Poe spoke
Eloquently
Of being thrilled with fear
Hyannis
Charlie’s boat
Long ago
Let’s go to Province town
Thrilling idea
Though I don’t like boats
Stuck in the ocean
Halfway there
Distracted by motion
Puked myself out
Death was a potential
Why not scream and shout
Best bud Roger kept me about
It was then I understood
Mr. Poe and his idea
How the prospect of Mortality
Thrills a man with fear
As countless possibilities
Come out to tear and sear