delivery

from sacred wreckage,

 I bellow a rotten requiem

 

a forceful expulsion of the hollowness

that comes with visceral loss

 

far away

a dog howls in response,

 

but the stars keep their silence

like serpentine conspirators

dressed in hyena grins

 

the pale horseman rides on

 

says he has several more deliveries

to make tonight

 

at least I won’t have to cry

alone

Author's Note

this was originally about a pizza guy who brought me a mashed up pizza....and
forgot my garlic sauce on the side. LMAO!

methinks I need therapy

Reviews

[Brad]

blasted papa john's!! but hey, he helped you create this masterpeice!! hahahaa

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Haha, I love your description of this poem. Inspiration stems from such odd places.
Beautiful imagery in this piece.

Now I can't get the image of crying over an open pizza box out of my head.....

[Lily Mae]

Well if you need it then I do too because I was smiling the whole time thinking "right on"!!! lol.. Maybe we can get a two for one on the pizza and the counseling..lol :) x

[Kenneth The Poet]

This reads like my poem "Burning Ship". That's what I thought about. Love this work, RG.

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This is really cute, love it!!

[Larry Dyson]

you are funny friend...nice piece.