Number One Fan

Hmmmmmm.....not sure.

Number One Fan

 

You walk in, ready for love in perpetuity

To find me sitting catatonic, isolated

Your scream rains on my head like candy and glitter

Rage left over from your father’s covert fumblings

 

You grip the hammer with two hands

And smash my cold stare, ruthlessly

I’m a cracked mirror with satin teeth, luminous

You pick shards from your eyes, makeup askew

 

The only sound left is that of the fan

Oscillating for you and you alone love

Blowing sweet notes of hope and contrast

It is now, your number one fan

 

Author's Note

This is what you get when I get no sleep....so there.

Reviews

[Sasha]

Lol! Between this line, "Your scream rains on my head like candy and glitter" and Ed's review, I found this funny. I'm not even touchin' the "father's fumblings" line. I'm not entirely sure what it means, I'm not not sure I want to be sure. Not bad for a sleep deprived piece, though.

[Jenny Nelson]

It is interesting. It does make one think; actually, I think one could take this pretty deep considering the first stanza. Creates quite a picture in the mind's eye. I like it. Nice job!

[c.m.]

Your sleeplessness is interesting...I like the poem, nice work.

[Ed Hart]

your sleepless night obviously didn't come from an marathon f**k