A second chance

if they were to

strap me down

upon the concrete bed

aside the

polished steel 

of the

Dairy Queen

machine

modified just for me

with the carnival calliope

and that special

polyethylene

hose

the "new car smell"

threaded

with such care

from

the

spigot

to

my

gullet

would i bear it well?

 

would i fight back

when they threw the switch

and the warm

slop 

began

to 

flow?

 

i’ve heard

it said

they sometimes

fill these machines with

medical 

waste

but

this tastes 

different

today

 

oh sure

i might struggle

even as 

my abdomen

distends

my fibres 

unravel

the tar 

seeps out from me

and

wets

my

spine

 

i might 

risk

everything

anything

for

a second 

chance

 

i might

but then 

again

Reviews

[Nobody.]

:) this is beautiful.
the honest pondering of hyperbolic images that cast a skewed reflection of the damage we strange little creatures so often inflict upon ourselves.

it's mildly insulting in the most delightful way. questioning the durability of the self under fire, questioning the daily activities of a race of creatures who want to think less and consume more all the time, questioning one's own will to continue existisng, alongside the will of an entire species, questioning if/if not the term "victim" applies when the one being poisoned is lapping the toxic agents like a cat at warm milk.......questioning is good

although I'm alost positive that the real answers to these questions would frighten us all to the point of shaking.

good poem.

cheers!
RG

[Larry Dyson]

@ RG's evaluation and appreciations Frank..so unique I dont know wher to go..with
a review....keep it up

[africa]

That is so cool. Great job and well written.

[InkSlinger]

So sir.. wil that be a large or extra large???

[Dahlia Phoenix]

Pleasure is one thing but to mix it well with enjoying the pain one goes through is masochistic as all hell. One can take so much pain but as society has progressed, sicker ideas of how to bear pain has become almost an addiction. I question plenty of times but its one's choice. I felt like I was taken back to the times of Spain where they used to execute people in horrible ways. Way to go Frank!

[Emily B]

Edgar Allen Poe is somewhere smiling right now

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sounds like walking the fine line between pleasure and pain, some very abstract imagery going on.

[L]

This is a fascinating piece. It's so strange and different and yet it somehow seems very relevant and I find myself liking it in spite of myself. It's described very well, to the point where the bit about unraveling fibers almost seems beautiful. Thanks for an enjoyable read :)

[Crowley]

Having had a daughter that worked at Dairy Queen, this hold a special place for me....lol. This is a social/personal comment of epic proportion. The visuals mixed with the force fed feeling, filled with the sickening sweet taste of your life under the microscope, where the paths laid out for you are just going to be used later on to wrap and bake you like a pig in a blanket. Pink floyd The Wall comes to mind when reading this. Cool stuff, loved it.

Interesting, and wonderful how you ended every stanza so powerful on making slippin' the words away... as a cadence of the tongue... I almost hear you speaking it.... Excellent words choises, and great imagery!