Monday

Monday

A Poem by Nobody.

I

A beautiful blue jean tragedy stands against the cold wind like a warrior flower leaning hard against a venomous surge. She peeps shyly through her limo-tinted philosophy at the well-dressed zombie slamdance festival downtown. Nothing she owns makes enough sense to be a reliable compass. Nothing she knows can change the fact that her panoramic view has a large ugly crack through the center; the world is torn in half. Or was the angry rock thrown from the inside?

 

II

She flies like glass shards through the emptiness beyond the doormat marked ‘Welcome,’ in search of a foothold on a smooth flat rockface. But, small cries for her attention tear the wings from her higher vision, large hulking threats salivate over her caged mouse and stupidity's erection will not rest until it's fed, ridden and pampered into submission. 

 

III

She stares through the kitchen window at a tuxedoed finch who is furiously pecking at a balled up candy wrapper. The tear-blurred sunset seems to exhale. Wholeness, she thinks, is a myth best saved for those who’ve never been broken. She’s too busy to mend the hole in her soul today; or too worn. Perhaps tomorrow the beast will sleep late, and the mouse will swim a hot tea ocean to her sunrise epiphany. Perhaps there will be a quiet smile waiting at the botton of the cup.      

© 2011 Nobody.


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And yet another. I just can't get enough. I love this and you are just always amazing with your images and deep ponderances...all of which are hidden in manic surrealism. Wonderful! Every time I open a piece from you it's like a poetic treasure hunt...and the prize is...(insert favorite thing here)

"Wholeness, she thinks, is a myth best saved for those who’ve never been broken." - Yes.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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you see and explain things differently. you have an original style of writing. straightforward terms with awesome metaphors.great write as always.
thanks for sharing!
100/100

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are a fine writer, Serial Kisser... your words grabbed at my heart.
These blue- jeaned tragedies are so common, sadly.
Many amazing lines.
Also one of my favorite songs.

Chloe

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Likeing you're stuff, you're on a role right now.
Keep it up!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I love these lines: and stupidity's erection will not rest until it's fed, ridden and pampered into submission. She stares through the kitchen window at a tuxedoed finch who is furiously pecking at a balled up candy wrapper. The tear-blurred sunset seems to exhale. Wholeness, she thinks, is a myth best saved for those who’ve never been broken. She’s too busy to mend the hole in her soul today; or too worn. Perhaps tomorrow the beast will sleep late, and the mouse will swim a hot tea ocean to her sunrise epiphany. Perhaps there will be a quiet smile waiting at the botton of the cup.
You do have a way with words that warps the readers imagination.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love the 2nd part, but the whole poem is pure art!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like your style. (The whole I II III thing) Keep writing n.n

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Terrific imagery, great write as usual.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'blue jean tragedy' - what can I say man , you say it like no other and you say it well ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love how you create such a filling meal through your lines... "She's too busy to mend the hole in her soul..." "Perhaps there will be a quiet smile waiting at the bottom of the cup..." Your words encapsulate a world in beautiful brevity.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

my gad~ the imagery simply drenches~ now this is a literary waterfall I gladly stand underneath~drinking down the pearls of observational clarity hidden between ribbons of water~ fantastic!~

Posted 13 Years Ago



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