This poem was written by John Nolan:
Stopping
I cannot stop stopping
I simply cannot
My brain will keep talking
Unless I can slot
Away impulse and image and instant and id
And if they persist a visit begins
From the wilderness washing
Like particle mist
Mutated mangled from sixty minutes
All bundled in twelves
Two halves a piece
Until they reach forty
The shape of the beast
Is temptation angels
And demons deceased
Then delivered in bodies
Clad white robe and wings
Then delivered in bodies
Clad white robe and true
To penetrate down
To highest accrued
Amounts of swiney snouts
To sell for market value
Unceasing
Peaces like a river filled our lungs
So we grew gills and ignored the flood
Peaces like a river filled our lungs
So we grew gills and ignored the flood
Peaces like a river filled our lungs
So we grew gills and ignored the flood
Fish have feelings they’re just unaware
Birthed ancestors with thicker heads of hair
Louder coughs and squarer teeth
To sink and suck out the barrier reef
Efficiently effectively minimal effort shown
Giv’n to drowning eternal in drone
Torrent sound fractured pouring out
Catapult lightning cracked bipolar drought
Rainclouds of death to life reborn
But our gill-frilled necks let us bow to ignore
Lungs still filled from 300 million years back
But lunges to heav’n still scarring our backs
I cannot stop stopping
I simply cannot
My brain will keep talking
Unless I can slot
Unless I can swim
And tread the whole globe
But my chest is tightening
My sliced gills are now closed