Lunch Menu

I

 

Since you fell into your happy void, my life spins nonstop like a planet on which the days are only 10 minutes long. Pain is gathered in the lent trap just beneath my breastbone. I want to see the green sparks fly from your eyes once more, but love is a fire hazard. And, burning’s a sport for less fragile demons. Wish I could change my face, but, beneath this smiley mask, is an eternal gape that echoes the doubtful screams of everyone I know. Nobody wants to tongue-kiss an open tomb. Sorry you had to decay with me for a while.

 

II

 

The warehouse manager begs me to die at my station. These lies won’t construct themselves. I’ll just keep driving until I hit the edge of the cliff. Then, gravity will rock me until I sleep. This lullaby tastes like salt and broken glass. Suicidal thoughts should be saved up for more private times when I can ball up and cry. I wanted to call and tell you a secret, but the dial tone begged me to preserve my pride.

 

III

 

Guess I should stop crying. Guess I should feed my ambition to the pigeons. Guess I should find something less toxic on which to obsess. Guess I should finish this Pepsi and go back to work. Guess I can’t guess what’ll happen next.  

Author's Note

I'm sick. If this sucks, then I blame it all on the flu. :) (Always an easy out.)

Reviews

[Ruth]

Who ever knows babe, hope you are feeling better? Not enough energy for thoughts it seems, but this is over brimming! xx

[Amy Bumpas]

Reminds me of a obsessive compulsive disorder, and maybe,
you were just sick...hope you are feeling better:)).

[Robin]

gad how this reminds me of the Cotton gins ... a toast to Pepsi

lent trap - niiiiiice

[Crowley]

Definitely doesn't suck, you said it best when you said salt and broken glass, put that in a tumbler and swish it around in your mouth. Devastating and good...nice job.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Pretty damn good for as sick guy. The third stanza rocks this, like a magnifying glass which brings the first two stanzas into focus. The created images here are jarring and unshakable.
Great, as usual.

[freelancejouster]

the endless questions that you dwell upon in the last paragraph are haunting and brilliant... guessing at the future has always been scary for me.

[Maurice]

I especially liked the phrase "love is a fire hazard". No, this doesn't suck at all.

[Hayley]

This is very interesting. I enjoyed reading it. The first stanza was almost amusing, but the second stanza really expresses the emotion you are trying to convey. I like the third stanza because it is moment of reality. Very nice job!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Well, you had me smiling at the first line... always a good sign (at least I'll read to the end)

Ha! Love is a fire hazard... (so good)...

Stanza 2 is almost too brutally painful to manage in one reading. Eeesh..

Then the last line, the redemption, it's the not being able to guess what happens next that makes us get up in the morning, just in case it's something better than we had dreamed in the night.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

That circling over and around again and again once you break up. The self pity and misery as you decend while analysing every teeny detail.. different from usual but well done as always