Tastes Like Bile

I awoke this morning

With hackles raised

 

Feeling like a rabid dog

I rose from my resting state

And viewed the world

 

The dead eyed stares of the sedate

Slow moving traffic of the warm early morning

It seems sometimes

That I live in the city of the dead

 

It feels good to have open eyes

At least today it does

Just so I can return the stares

And shoot a wolfish smile

In the direction of all the glazed eyes

 

I can feel the energy running down my spine

And it fuels me

It feels good to be alive

Here with the wandering

 

The city hasn’t claimed me yet

It hasn’t eaten my spirit

Swallowed my will

To simply be

 

Alive, angry, irate

And happy all rolled into one

 

I must be a walking obscenity

To the rest of them

So I’ll enjoy it for the time being

Because I have no rant today

I just exist

 

And perhaps I fuel the ranting of others

Act like gasoline

To their steady smoldering

 

And I’m fine with that too

Sometimes

I just want to see the world burn

 

Not in the literal sense

More in the emotional

 

Why isn’t anyone else tired,

Why isn’t anyone else bothered,

By the day to day

Listless repetition?

 

And then I remember

We’re all sedated

So what choice do we have?

 

Just watch the news

Soak up the fast food lifestyle

Sit back and do nothing

While the world falls apart

 

What would I do to change it?

I don’t know

But I wouldn’t sit back

And relax

 

I think I would write…

But I do that most days anyway

And my closet is running

Out of room for extra skeletons

01/16/2013

0047 am

Reviews

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Haha! The closing is black humour at its glorious best. How many skeletons do you have? Wait. Don't tell me. :P

Seriously speaking, and this might shock you just a bit, this is probably one of your finest pieces. My favourite lines are:

"It seems sometimes
That I live in the city of the dead"

"The city hasn’t claimed me yet
It hasn’t eaten my spirit
Swallowed my will
To simply be

Alive, angry, irate
And happy all rolled into one"

"Why isn’t anyone else tired,
Why isn’t anyone else bothered,
By the day to day
Listless repetition?"

and

"I think I would write…
But I do that most days anyway"

I am simply amazed at the journey covered in the narration. And, I'm absolutely delighted that you realize, at an existential level, that you're a writer. A writer speaks for all those people who don't speak / write. You are a voice that represents many voices. It would be nice if all those who you represent realized that and there was a tangible reward at the end of it. But, the absence of that realization on their part (at the current time) must never stop you from writing. Or so I think. Your words matter. People will eventually discover them. You're a brilliant writer!

[Carolann Dowsett]

Wow superb. What has the world become? Finally someone with eyes open who can see. Yes we are all sedated, well most any and its time we stopped allowing ourselves to be controlled as this. An intense write, full of truth and what should be a wake up call for everyone.

[K.C. Zbryk]

Thank you for reading Ms Dowsett and for the encouraging review. I am glad that you enjoyed the piece and the message as well. I do hope people wake up, and untill then i rant...

[Carolann Dowsett]

Keep ranting the world needs it