I hate the word "addiction"

He takes off my shoes and unwinds.

His life becoming more unstable, frayed like twine.

 

The socks come off next.

What's to expect in this wreck of what's left?

 

Tattered jeans befriend the floor.

The first time, many more to come.

 

The shirts undoing brings about blank stares.

 

Blank stares.

 

Blank stares.

 

 

 

 

 

Blank stares.

 

Blank or narrow stairs.

 

Blank or narrow stairs.

 

Blank stares.

 

This is too much.

No one cares.

 

No one could ever lead us through the sea.

I mean....the evolved human eye can only see so far.

Raise the bar for the standards. We'll all obey your manners.

We'll elect someone who is pigheaded for change.

 

 

 

And isn't every one blind, anyways?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mr. Waiter appears, with a glass of water and a bottle of gin.

"How may I help you?" is spoke through his blacktooth grin.

 

Yes, please, I'd like the naked lunch special.

 

"The naked lust?", he asks, puzzled and excited.

 

No, the naked lunch special.

You know.

A frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork.

 

"I'm sorry sir, we seem to be all out of that. (In factuality, this high-end resturant doesn't have a naked lunch special. Or lunch specials for that matter. In fact, they don't even serve lunch, and it was 8 p.m. )

Can I interest you in some Black Meat?

It's young, fresh, available, and juicy!"

 

Oh well.

Maybe I'll just run away to freeland.

Puzzling?

Yet reassuring.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

"Oh well.
Maybe I'll just run away to freeland.
Puzzling?
Yet reassuring."
I really like this poem.. I like the flow and the feeling I am left with..

"Blank stares.

Blank or narrow stairs.

Blank or narrow stairs.

Blank stares.

This is too much.
No one cares."

And I ADORE the movement of this ^ part of the poem!!!

[Archipelago]

i really like this poem. the unique flow was awesome, and the the ideas in it were so subtle but really hit home. the pause in the "blank stares" part was cool, a little awkward break that set the tone as well as the words could.

the waiter part at the end was my favorite, i felt like it was the meat and potatoes of the poem. like the first reviewer, my favorite line was "No, the naked lunch special./ You know./ A frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork." even though the whole waiter scene made me laugh, it had a really deep meaning that i think we can all relate to. great poem.

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Wrapped me up two times through. I enjoyed. Your words lay on my bain like warm blankets in the balls of winter!

FF

[Alexander Wolf]

"No, the naked lunch special.

You know.

A frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork."

That part really made me smile.

I like the images your poem creates, you have a very nice style.
Good job.