Almost

Almost

 

Feathery red music soars circles in an off-white popcorn sky.

From my broken black sofa, I tally laughter stains all over the gray rug,

and translate edgy dark jokes into furrowed eyebrows and painful grunts via satellite.

 

My blog flops crimson Maydays like a drowning fish.

Wet tragedy always draws the attention of mortals.

 Some-poor-thing some-evil-where is always in pain.

It’s an easy drug to sell.

 

It’s either the 8^th anniversary of my best friend’s final overdose

or his 23^rd birthday. I can’t tell which is which anymore.

 

I make sure to cry for a suitable amount of time.

 

Someone just killed a government official on my TV set.

I’d better call 911.

 

Just outside my dirty window,

the sun shines quite heartily in her bright yellow shorts,

but she still refuses my phone calls and emails.

I wish she'd shine on me again.

This designer tomb constanty grows colder.

 

My monthly anti-conformist magazine says,

“desperate loneliness is the mark of a true artist.”

 

I’ve nearly forgotten what the voice of a live human sounds like.

Thank God!

I’m almost clean.

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Very nicely written with such intence imagery. I believe I can feel the emotion behind almost every word, I think the ending is what gets me mosy because I did't see it coming."thank God! I'm almost clean" I am glad I noticed your wrying because I really like your style.xo

[Kenneth The Poet]

Like I said before, off-the-charts awesome. You are a master of emotional imagery.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Here is a steady dripping from the cynical faucet... amid all the negativity of imagery, I loved the way these lines literally shone:

Just outside my dirty window,
the sun shines quite heartily in her bright yellow shorts...

[AngelAfterlife]

This poem is amazing... I love it hunni :) Keep it up