leftovers

unwelcome by my soul,

the feeling still remains.

a greasy green troll sits

grinning in my favorite

chair. doubts, like sting-

ing flies, swarm his rotten

stench. tarry black fear

drips, venomous, from his

yellowed fangs, begging

for a vein to inject with

a little death. he watches

me sleep as though he’s

watching brownies bake.

he’s hungry and angry

and yours! I only agreed

to babysit your pain be-

cause we were in love.

 

now that you’ve decided

to part, I’m just letting

you know, that you’d

better come pick this

little b*****d up, or I

will toss him from a

bridge, and forget that

either of you ever existed.

 

I stare at your filthy

soul all day long. he

just sits there: moaning,

squealing, begging for

attention, but, every

time I try to pet him,

he attacks. in a sick way,

it’s sort of like you’re

still here; miserable

and needy and vicious.

fouling the atmosphere,

crawling inside of my

arteries. trying to tear

me apart.

 

and, damn you,

it’s working.

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

hahahahahahahahaha! wooooo! hahahahahahahaha! um...I...just can't...hahahahahaha! greasy troll soul? hahahaha!
WTF are you on you poetic mutant?

this is good writing. but, the sheer strangeness of the metaphor is really friggin funny....hahahahahaha!

you're one brilliant weirdo, bro.

love ya.
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[freelancejouster]

it's all so strange and angry and like you're trying to beat back the pain of the breakup with strange metaphors and unlikely adjectives.

i'm kind of in love with it.

[Brad]

bahahahahaha, that last line had me laughing with coffee (4 sugars and a spot of cream) dribble from my cracked lips!

[roarke]

it's all raw on the sleeve.....

damn you.

[johnnyqueer]

I can relate to this so much. I like how you've added a bit of comedy, to the sadness that dances throughout this piece. Awesome poem.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Stirring stuff, dude!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Ah, the plaintive of mirrored thoughts, well done, good read.

[Rene Velez]

Grotesque and offensive lol, ewww...some trolls know how to push the right buttons...

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Unique. I like this part:
"it’s sort of like you’re
still here; miserable
and needy and vicious.
fouling the atmosphere,
crawling inside of my
arteries. trying to tear
me apart."

[T. Michele Smock]

NICE PEOM AND I HOPE TO READ MORE