Bad Taste

I am

 

a sexual mess

& not in the good way

 

there’s no pretty-boy cure

no standard therapy

 

just confusion

in the wake

of crumpled duvets

 

intimacy echoing

like a bad joke

off the four walls

surrounding a single bed

 

I’m

 

only playing grown up

because Scrabble

requires more than

one person

 

this is the adult truth

they shield you from:

nothing makes sense

no matter how many

 

candles stab the cake     or

wrinkles map your face

 

 

stray blonde waifs

get away with it

find salvation

at the last minute

 

Hollywood happy

functioning for Freud

 

I

 

            would say         f**k it

            but the irony

            would be

in bad taste

 

Reviews

[Tony]

Hey! Here is one I haven't seen!
This reminds me of those inner thoughts, the inner person, who is so much uglier than the ones we entertain, and present.
Michael Tsarion talks a lot about that.
As usual, this author seems much more like some cloudy, crappy, miserable day in Britain than most other european poets and word shrinkers.
Right up to the bad taste.
Good stuff.

[Emily B]

I could have sworn I reviewed this . . . I know I read it

You do what you do so well . . . I've really no suggestion to improve it.

[Samith Pich]

Ha ha this poem was a delight to read, on the page and in my head. I've missed your poetry tumbling on the page, both slightly grunge, self effacing and very real. Where do I start? But everyone has pointed the wonderfully obvious. I am sad that I refuse to read your stories but I'm a poetry snob - it's my loss. but your poems are still all mine :)

Thanks for sharing

Samith

[Alicante lullaby]

i'm only playing grown up because scrabble requires more than one person..this might bewhatevery grown up would think...try playing hitman or one of those idk wrestling games..its fun than playing grown up and it requires one person only...

[Nyida Strong]

Sounds like my head some days... I love how this poem is structured. A mix of logic and insanity. I can feel a slight tinge of... I don't know, bitterness? World weariness? Probably the latter. Very well done.

N. Strong

[O!]

'candles stab the cake' was genious!! Loved that!

x,
O!

[F. Nazarov]

I suppose the adult truth found me early...
it is true, no one ever really tells you about it,
people just get thrown from sheltered lives into "real" life
and then that makes them go insane.
I'm much better at life than I am at Scrabble anyway :D
And I don't think you're supposed to "get it".
If everyone understood everything imagine the boredom...
most of the fun comes from the hunt to find meaning, to understand.

[R J Askew]

Ach, confusion rules. Your poem makes me think how things can be. And reflect on how things might be/turn out for one close to me. There is realism in the poem, but I don't think bitterness. The stab of the candles and the wrinkles I found the best touch. And the wry humour at the end suggests a certain spirit in the face of said confusion.