Update / Soup of Eels

it's about nostalgia

I keep on trying to come back to you guys, 

Maybe this time I'll actually stick around for a while. 

This site is good for me. 

Anyways, been writing a bunch lately, mostly nonsense.

I got hundreds of pieces stockpiled. 

Should I post one a day?

Send me some RR's, I'll try to review something. 

Send me a inbox, let's chat. 

Anyways, 

Heres something I wrote in 5 minutes. 

Soup of Eels 

You should be happy 

Happier 

Happy like a pig in s h i t 

Why weren't you at the movie?

I got caught up in traffic,

After I saw you I lost my breath 

Didn't know anything about wrath 

But my steering wheel gave me pins and needles

I gripped it hard and broke my nails

I gave you my speel on the whales 

We tried the chef's soup of eels 

Like slicking electrical wires down our throats 

Wagging their bodies in a tug of war with our stomachs

It's a live world out there 

A hundred restaurants and all of our friends apartments,

Get to know the spaces where we remember faces best 

Like on the couch watching Breaking Bad 

Or out to supper with your Dad 

Or the Neanderthal tied to the deck 

Barking at the cats

They say

You should be happy 

You should write poetry 

Poetry about something happy

Poetry about something 

Not what you've been writing

That nonsense 

Why are you sad 

The summer is back 

You miserable sack 

You've never been so bad 

What's happened? 

What's happened since i've been gone? 

Author's Note

NEW SERIES TMRW. 8 POEMS. 1 A DAY.

Reviews

[Shauna Jacqueline Ander..]

Love the opening. To be fair the overall composition is great, but I do love the bluntness of the open and close most.

[Hailey Juliet]

I like it. Stream of consciousness, reflection, down to earth, the nostalgia is palpable. Happiness is best desired and never achieved. Welcome back, been meaning to get on here more myself.

[Barbara Walker]

Glad you are here, Cole. We're not a bad bunch to socialize with I won first place in a short poetry contest today, so my ego was stroked and I have to admit, it felt good. Does that make me a wanton hussy? So, they want happy poetry, huh? That's a bummer to hear, because if you are like me, misery can be such a powerful muse. Let them have happily ever after stories and tales of whales, let us stick to the angst of life.

[Coyote Poetry]

Always good to read your work. Summer keeps us busy and I hope you are enjoying the days of Summer. Please send read requests.
Coyote