Bad Night for Poetry

Bad Night for Poetry

A Poem by Nobody.

Bad Night for Poetry

I

She’s speaking emotionally about culture and yellow flowers. I’m drinking whiskey shots in between my beers. There’s a puffy white dog with brown stains around his eyes wandering the bar begging for pretzels and fried cheese. We have named him Freeloader. He’s like cancer; nobody’s sure where he comes from, and nobody’s figured out how to make him leave. As she continues on about the colors that her favorite song makes her think of, I wish I would hurry up and get drunk. If I am going to act like an a*s tonight, I must have a good excuse for it in the morning.

II

I am writing apocalyptic haiku on the raw wooden floor with pastel chalks. My Chinese symbols look more like poorly drawn shacks that might collapse against the mildest puff of wind. That thought is more poetic than any of the flowery spiritual waste I have vomited up since she started remodeling my psyche. I look up at her tears, and they make me wonder if God has a plan B for my life. Freeloader tells me that I should just follow her out to the car, and look as pitiful as I can. He has been fed and sheltered many times using that very method.

III

On the way home we see cops beating a man with sticks on the sidewalk. I ask her if she thinks I should be beaten, but she just keeps talking about her new shoes and what kind of hair products work best in the summertime. I pat my belly to make sure I’m still here, then, pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming. I am left to wonder which one of us is the ghost. I hope it’s me, because I don’t think it’s safe for spirits to drive cars. Suddenly, I am extremely hungry for steak tacos. I wonder if jumping from the car at this speed would kill me.

© 2011 Nobody.


Author's Note

Nobody.
Before the offers for prayer and therapy recomendations start....Let me say that I'm not the main character in this poem. ;) Cheers!

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

This is phenomenal. I feel like you've written the story of my life nine times over, and in better words than I could ever have hoped to put it myself. I do like to pick a favorite line when I review poems, but taking any one of these way from the rest would seem unfair and pointless. My favorite line was the whole thing, start to finish.

I was there with you for the whole thing. The imagery is perfect, the similes were original and awesome, and I don't even have a word for the metaphors. Sir, I am envious of your talent, and of pretty much everything you wrote here. Thank you for this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

This is phenomenal. I feel like you've written the story of my life nine times over, and in better words than I could ever have hoped to put it myself. I do like to pick a favorite line when I review poems, but taking any one of these way from the rest would seem unfair and pointless. My favorite line was the whole thing, start to finish.

I was there with you for the whole thing. The imagery is perfect, the similes were original and awesome, and I don't even have a word for the metaphors. Sir, I am envious of your talent, and of pretty much everything you wrote here. Thank you for this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Its an interesting piece.. i like ' Suddenly, i am extremely hungry for steak tacos. I wonder if jumping from the car at this speed would kill me'
I don't know why, but that part made me giggle...
good stuff...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the lines "If I am going to act like an a*s tonight, I must have a good excuse for it in the morning." and "I am left to wonder which one of us is the ghost. I hope it’s me, because I don’t think it’s safe for spirits to drive cars." really made me smile. in fact i was smiling the whole time i was reading this. you have a unique way of writing. :)

you write just like one of my favorite authors Augusten Burroughs. maybe one day you'll publish a book, i'll be one of the firsts to buy it.
epic stuff here :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent story this poem tells!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You portray a humorous back & forth mental tennis match of thoughts between the characters. However, if she was around me, I'd pick jumping in front of the car =)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And so life goes on... well written. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Favorite line: That thought is more poetic than any of the flowery spiritual waste I have vomited up since she started remodeling my psyche.
That is truly an insightful way to put that. Thanks for the great read! Even though it is short, it delivers a powerful message.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah me, what fools we male mortals be, doing time and time again what the consequences of the LAST time ought to have adequately warned us off of. In between the drink, the excesses of self-obsessed women, the yearning to escape, but the greater yearning for the...OTHER...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I hate blind dates ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A chilling message well delivered.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

476 Views
14 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on March 23, 2011
Last Updated on March 23, 2011

Author

Nobody.
Nobody.

TX



About
I am an uglier version of you. more..

Writing
awakening #3 awakening #3

A Poem by Nobody.


awakening #1 awakening #1

A Chapter by Nobody.



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Love Poem Love Poem

A Poem by Nobody.


Monday Monday

A Poem by Nobody.