Black Hole

Waiting for the Black Hole

To leave my hollow skull alone �"

Waiting is wasting life’s perfectly calibrated gravity

But how can the doughy thoughts

Smacking incessantly against the concave walls of my burnt cookie exterior

Possibly break out of this steadfastly overcooked sphere?

 

They can’t, I fear,

But I hope this conclusion

Is based on premises that are merely the illusions

Of a mind that misunderstands gravity �"

The gravity of the situation,

Of the Black Hole surrounding the pounding of every life

Into the temporary ground.

 

I try to talk the cookie dough thoughts to sleep

With speculations, variations, incantations.

They bounce and bounce

Stuffing chocolate chips into their ears to block out my sourly soothing voice

And I have no choice but to continue under life’s gravitation

Pretending the Black Hole thoughts are just regular thoughts

Lying on the baking sheet next to Need To Do Laundry and Buy More Milk.

Death doesn’t play pretend.

Reviews

[Lizardo]

Incredible, i like how you added the gravity in the poem, excellent, it is really good!

[Charly]

thank you!

[Jamie]

Excellent piece of writing and such a good read! Good work!

[Charly]

thank you :)

[Jamie]

You're welcome :)