Spaghetti and Bloodlust

Spaghetti and Bloodlust

 

My can opener growls like a cornered beast. Probably because the remnants of beef blood that still coat my palms call to its carnivorous soul. She is watching a horror film. The sounds of a villainous chainsaw and half-naked screams of a desperate escapee echo through the forest from the living room. She’s doomed. It’s too early in the film for her to survive. Through the window, I can see garbage men poking a dead dog with a stick. The peace of my home cooked meal is shattered. I feel as though I should be dragging my kill back to the cave while grunting in some extinct barbaric tongue about sexual dominance and the best way to sharpen rocks into spearheads. After the long walk from brutality to civility, dormant incisors still dream fondly of the hunt.     

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Ah, yes RG, this speaks on a deep level of Freudian soup...and Jungian crackers (non-salted of course). And you know this "soup" came from a pop top can (no can opener required...they're in heat anyway so it's not like they'd work right now).

I'd write more...but you wrote more of these things...so...

Oh... and uh Great Job...not that it needed to be said.

[Cocoacandy]

really well written... i really like this piece... good work, very true, keep it up!
*cocoabean*

[E.H. Monroe]

With an equal volume/weight style like you have any one line can overshadow the rest. UNFORTUNATELY you play a dangerous game because all of your lines can be built from. So you are never done..but never really begin. Your more narrative poems dont have this combo, but this is where you shine. Its like you are destined to succeed and fail at the same time...
f*****g hell I'd say

yr buddy,
Chipette

[OT]

ooo this one is deep!! the psychodynamics are strong - the conscious intertwined with the subconscious in a feral like way - it has a ruthless feel almost - the savaging of the can haha with blood on hands

[freelancejouster]

she lives in a horror film, she deserves to die. he dreams of a hunt, he'll get one? ...seems strangely ominous if you ask me... :)

[Kerry O'Connor]

Brilliant!! The cave is never far from any man (or woman's) psychology, as this piece so bravely shows. I dig every blood-marred image.

[Jennifer Lenhardt]

What can I say? From the first line to the last, I'd have to say the whole thing is perfectly crafted. You killed it with this piece - absolutely - the spaghetti is officially dead.

[Esoteric Strand]

It's a decent prose-poem, but I feel the last line is so good it would save anything proceeding it. I love your choice of images, but sometimes there's just so many explosions going off. It's probably just me, but afterwards, sometimes I feel a bit poetically shell-shocked. Quality piece, nonetheless.

Regards,

E