the 99 cent breakfast special

my kind of love poem

my head is splitting open -
a stubborn egg
cracked
against the stove
                                   bruises erupt
                                   from the tortured mind
                                  
my heart is bleeding -
raw meat
pulverized
on the marble board
                                  tears ooze
                                  from the jagged wound

you smashed my skull
crushed my heart
made a meal out of them
so you could eat me alive.

Steak and eggs anyone?

Reviews

[willweb]

Damn, this hurt. KLGoode, the angst screams from these words. This is very well written even if it is painful to read. I was hoping to see over easy, not scrambled.

[Lyn Anderson]

If it makes you feel any better, this was written in 1994. Maybe not though, because that means I am very good at making bad decisions.

[willweb]

Bacon or sausage, white or wheat, etc. Life is filled with decisions, no one can ever make the right ones everytime.

[Lyn Anderson]

Well, in one department, I am 0 for 3, or 3 for 3 in bad choices, so, reluctant to jump back in doesn't begin to cover it.

[Bright Ocean Star]

ok....this one smacks of cannibalism. Yuck! Someone smacks you around, bruising your head and your heart, and you offer yourself up to them on a platter of steak and eggs? And this is supposed to be a love poem? You must be poking fun of someone's neurotic co-dependency. Perhaps, this is a cathartic look at your own co-dependency, and you're finally able to serve him up on the platter rather than yourself. Now, that is brilliant! That's what I love about poetry... So many levels of thought and layers of interpretation....:)

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes to the second part. I was coming out of a bad first marriage and hopelessly in love with a man I knew since high school. It was a perfect relationship, or so I thought, until he just disappeared without a word.

[Bright Ocean Star]

I'm sorry, K. Some men will pull your heart out and serve it back to you on a platter. They put new meaning to the term "lady killers'. A broken heart is very hard to heal...especially one twice broken. Take care.

[Lyn Anderson]

I am three for three, and people wonder why I am so untrusting, why I vacillate and endlessly question -- that's why. I am no good at it.

[Bright Ocean Star]

I'm sorry. No one is perfect. Sometimes, if you can find someone who you know really well and can accept them flaws and all...you can be happy despite their inadequacies. Abuse, however, in any form is not acceptable and should not be tolerated. I will pray for you to find someone you can trust.

[therisa]

No thanks, for the breakfast. Just remembered, why I've become a vegetarian. For me, it was lunch that I became, for my abusive brother. A slice of swollen tongue, served in, it's own sauce, with a side order of tenderized prime rib, on bread.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, I know you understand the dynamics of mentally and physically abusive relationships. Thank you for sharing and reading and reviewing.

[therisa]

Your welcome, KL. Just wish, we didn't know, what it means to be, in an abusive relationship.

[Matching Socks]

I generally avoid the 99 cent breakfasts.
They give me more than a splitting headache.
Cool poem KL, love your feist, your wit and and your smart assedness.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, this one is a very old one. Circa 1994. It was a very prolific period for me, coming out of my first marriage, and having fallen in love with the one who would undo me. No wonder why I move like a turtle.

[Matching Socks]

Aww, I happen to like turtles.
They're cute and very resilient.

[Lyn Anderson]

And slow, painfully so. It's why I am so iffy about anything I do that way. Second guessing? Try third, fourth, tenth, etc.

[Matching Socks]

Oh well. At least you're not jumping right in and then shaking your head after thinking 'what the hell was I thinking'. On the bright side... :D
Just saying! There's something be said for slow...

[Rene Salinas]

I laughed. Then I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me, felt a little ackward. It is just that the expression on this writing is unsettling due to its sincerity. The combination of phisicality and emotionality (new word?) is something we are invited to portray and switch. Ultimately when you say "this is how you made feel" I can't help to feel myself "Ouch" well that hurts.

As for the stake and eggs proposition if your cooking is as good as your writing I'm in.

Thankyou

[Lyn Anderson]

Ha ha, thank you. Yes, it was definitely intended to make you laugh, in that uncomfortable way ... Yay. Glad it came across that way.

[icelandicblue]

I'm happy the rest of this doesn't come with pictures. This is brutal and these scars are hard to hide.

[Lyn Anderson]

It was a long time ago, and makes me realize the more things change the more they remain the same.

[Frieda P]

It's sassy and sad at the same time. I've definitely lost my appetite. Superb imagery....my head actually hurts.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yeah when love is like that, it really hurts. I won't tell you how many years ago that was - still raw, no matter what.

[Frieda P]

Those scars never fade..........

[ron]

I would love Steak and eggs, but only if the did not hurt.