Consumption's dispersion...

Swallowed my flesh whole 

         sans a lace place-mat

     sucked the marrow from my bones

     feasted on heart's blood entanglements

       picked through soul's disembodiment

 dispersion in dessert's consumption

drank it down with a side of hemlock's poison

     a tidbit neatly tucked in the creases

              of gray matter's smatterings

invoking smoking gun's ammunition 

   gloating over shoot out's hair trigger

      one last morsel to savor and devour

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

This is one of my favourite songs of all time first off -- now, as to the poem, it sucks to be someone's dinner, says the cat, always better to be the one on the other end. Not a hundred percent sure, but you might need an apostrophe on triggers' (trigger's?) as it seems possessive in this context.

[Frieda P]

You mean it's not Closer? I think you're right, that's the one line I reworked...thanks for the head's up my sweet editor ;)

[Lyn Anderson]

Only and Head Like a Hole as well as Pig all rank ahead of Closer. Now Closer, it's good for some very fun memories, Nuff said.

[Frieda P]

Ha....my imagination is on full tilt now....

[Einstein Noodle]

"Consumption's dispersion..." must be a victory in there somewhere .. but truth be told consumpton will get us every time .. transfat, sugar, empty calories and all too much ... its a wonder any of us are still kicking. .. no mercy in being cannibalized .. nothing goes to waste .. you must have had to many pickles or chile to form this one Freida .. of course i love it .. its a peek into a newly explored room of you ..
E.

[Troy Henson]

This is a raw and emotional piece Frieda. Thought provoking too I must say.

Regards
Troy

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Troy.

[Tai Ryens]

Consumption's dispersion, the act of being consciously devoured and satiated by the knowledge that the one devouring you is being affected by indulging in you, actively suffering as you are as well. To the end, staying comforted by the fact that you're undoubtedly to bring down the one feeding off of you, even if it takes the most exhausting effort and giving up parts of yourself that you would never give back. Depending on the one being fed on, the act of revenge seems like quite a sweetly perfected one, devious in the way it brings your enemy down with you by sacrificing yourself, brings your enemy down in a way they never expected; yet, I cannot help but perceive the notion, just vaguely, as an act of love: a bittersweet punishment by bringing down your lover in a way that exonerates them. An act that allows them to pay for the damage they've caused while also keeping them around, content in knowing they had loved trekking down the path to their own demise.

[Frieda P]

Love seeing my poetry through your eyes Tai, thanks muchly.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well I'll eat my hat! Maybe an endoscopy required?

As always my Lady you use words so sharp and so hot as to create such intense feeling.

[Frieda P]

Not exactly what I had in mind, but I'd love to see you eat you hat....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Cruel, so cruel!

[Tom]

Yes indeed Frieda.... You were consumed whole but what a way to go!

A brilliant passionate all consuming write, I love the raw emotion which comes through in this inspirational piece!!

[Frieda P]

Haha so I've told, thanks Tom, muchly appreciated!

[Rita L. Sev]

Such gruesome, vivid images to portray a mangled heart - yet the worst affront is the lack of a lace place mat... Your mind is an interesting trip, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

LOL you crack me up Rita!! ;) Hey what's right is right....

[Coyote Poetry]

Frieda. You made the words come alive. Powerful places and thoughts you took me to. The strong language and statements made this a poem a good ride into your thoughts. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Coyote, means a lot coming from you....wish I could tell a story in my poetry as you do so profoundly...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Always a pleasure to read your words.

[Mélania Woolf]

This is a whole new ride for me !
The way you worded it, death sounds like fun lol
I love it !!

[Frieda P]

Ha ha....you're twisted too I see!! Thanks muchly....

[lee von cleef]

What no liqueur with a meal ,just hand me a growler and be gone.

[Frieda P]

Okay I give up, what the heck is a growler? Does it have to do with bull ropes again? :)

[lee von cleef]

The Growler: Beer-to-Go! by: BeerAdvocate on 07-31-2002
Growler What the hell is a growler? We're not talking about the USS Growler, a small iceberg, a four-wheeled hansom cab from England, a sexual offender or any of the other slang phrases associated with the word – there are many. We're talking about that which carries fresh beer from a brewery to your house. Now there are many speculations as to the origins of the growler, so let's take a moment and explore some of these.

[lee von cleef]

In the late 1800s and early 1900s, fresh beer was carried from the local pub to one's home by means of a small-galvanized pail. Rumor has it that when the beer sloshed around the pail, it created a rumbling sound as the CO2 escaped through the lid, thus the term "growler" was coined.

Before World War II, city kids used to bring covered buckets of draft beer from a local bar or brewery to workers at lunchtime or to their parents at dinnertime, a practice called "rushing the growler."

In the 50s and 60s, waxed cardboard containers with lids were used to take home beer – it's said that they were round and resembled take-out Chinese soup containers. And in many US states, it used to be (and still is) illegal for "liquor stores" to be open on Sunday. So if you wanted beer on Sunday you went to a bar and bought some of these "containers" of draft beer. However by the late 60s many bars had switched to plastic and eventually they were allowed to sell packaged beer after hours. Soon after, many states allowed Sunday sales at liquor stores and the concept of the growler soon died.

In the early 80s, Newman Brewing in Albany, NY used to sell soft plastic gallon containers of their beer. Apparently if you brought the empty back to the brewery, they'd replenish it with more beer.

A claim to the modern day growler states that in 1989, Charlie Otto and his father were discussing the dilemma facing the Otto Brothers Brewery. They wanted to offer "beer-to-go" for their local customers, but they were not yet in a position to bottle. Father Otto suggested the use of "growlers," which were used in his younger days, but Charlie recognized the need for an updated package type. He purchased a small silkscreen machine, and set it up on his patio. Soon he was silk-screening his logo on half-gallon glass bottles that resembled moonshine jugs. The modern-day "growler" was introduced.

George Bulvas III, brewmaster at Water Street Lake County Brewery, WI, suggests that growlers are named for the buckets of beer once given to factory workers before their stomachs began to "growl" from hunger.

Whatever. Nowadays, a growler is simply a glass jug that carries a half-gallon of beer. However, some can get rather extravagant holding upwards of two liters with a clampdown ceramic top and a metal handle/grips (German-style). You can even buy specially designed cooling packs complete with carrying straps for your growlers, but we'd probably pummel you to the ground for looking like a complete dork.

Growlers are filled straight from the tap, sealed with a twist-cap, often with a plastic wrap over this if filled ahead of time, and are sometimes labeled. Filled prices range anywhere from around $4 to $15 or more. A deposit must be paid, often included in the price, and chances are if you bring back your washed growler, you can get a refill for a cheaper price. Just note that you must always refrigerate growlers. Doing so will give them a shelf-life of 7-10 days, or around 2-3 days once opened – if you’re lucky.

Almost all brewpubs sell growlers these days, as do many breweries. And regardless of its true origin the growler is a great way to take home some fresh brew from a local brewery or brewpub.

Respect beer.
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[Frieda P]

You're a wealth of knowledge, learn something new from you every day lee, thanks for the info my friend!

[lee von cleef]

way more info then anyone needs to know out there, or are you just playing me ?You have probably been to the Calgary stamped and stayed for the rattlesnake round up.

[Frieda P]

Ha you make me laugh, how did you know? :)

[lee von cleef]

Jane Fonda,Robert Redford, Electric Horseman , Hallie Martin: I've been to the rodeo. Twice.

Sonny Steele: Did you stay for the rattlesnake round up?

Hallie Martin: Yes. I stayed. Right till the end. I saw the whole thing.

Sonny Steele: They don't have one. How're you gonna round up a rattlesnake?

[lee von cleef]

Hallie Martin: I'm just trying to be pleasant. You get so worked up about everything.

Sonny Steele: What have I got to be worked up about? I've only got a stole horse; everybody except the Coast Guard is after me; I've got nothin' but miles of open country to cross; and now I'm carrying a crazy woman around wearin' shoes from Bloomingbirds who thinks she's seen a rattlesnake round up.

[Frieda P]

LOL....you're too much!! I guess I'm Hallie, ciao ciao... ;)

[lee von cleef]

bye bye ten chactors

[Frieda P]

Ciao means hello too, we Italiano's are all mixed...

[lee von cleef]

No you are just T R O U B L E , and try as I might, I like trouble.
“It's telepathy, over.”
― Flash Gordon--

[Frieda P]

Now you sound like my mother but she didn't like it muchly... haha

[lee von cleef]

ha ha ha , laughing tears, I wonder if they are the same as crying ones . And Your mom is great ! Knows what she likes,

[Frieda P]

Not really, but that's a whole other poem....

[#SecretWriter]

I've been meaning to get online for a while and read your stuff and yeah, I was missing out.

I love the imagery in this piece, it feels like a dark ritual, set in a cave lit by a burning fire. But it could be something else, it's so ambiguous I might just be firing blindly at this piece.

I love the way it flows and the way it makes me feel.
But I'm wondering, is this about something emotional? A horror scene? An act of violence?

"Swallowed my flesh whole" is this a metaphor for a personal attack or heartbreak? Does the writer feel used?

I actually feel a bit stupid, like I'll never get it but it makes such a good read x

[Frieda P]

Never feel stupid, I always leave it up the reader once it's out there to create their own assumptions and reality, we all see poetry differently through our own perspective, and I'll never tell anywho ;)