Gasoline

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  We tried to fix up a home,

a two car garage, white picket fence, with a flower bed.

 

 Surely we could not have known,

our diminutive secrets carried by termites would spread.

An infestation grows within these walls like a dam under pressure.

 

 CONTORTING.......

 

((((Swelling))))

 

From all of our weight, and untimely measure.

 

Rusting pipes from my leaking tears.

 

There are no curtains to hang,

we're made vulnerable by these transparent shears.

The neighbors looking in,

wondering who is to blame.

                                       

Even with more primer and paint,

I cannot make these walls talk.

I cannot make you a Saint.

 

The ceiling is falling in...... 

This plaster is crumbling down.

 

So I will restore this home with gasoline,

and light a match to wipe the walls clean....

Reviews

[VennelaMargame]

Can I go on an allusion tangent again, Muse?

The beginning reminded me a little of the song "No Surprises" by Radiohead. "Such a pretty house / and such a pretty garden....I'll take the quite life / a handshake of carbon monoxide..."

If you've ever heard the song, you know the sort of heady, balloony feel that the diminished sixth and seventh tones give it. Sort of like what happens when you inhale the vapors of gasoline.

P!nk also had a song about wanting to "burn this f****r down," if I recall, because it was full of bad memories. It was called "Funhouse."

I once wrote a short story called "My Name is High Hopes," written from the perspective of the famous Amityville murder house, in which the house explained that it IS cursed, because it's forced to watch its humans screw up their lives and make each other miserable, and then get blamed for it because it is a big, dumb, defenseless object, and cannot speak up for itself.

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Another one heard from the deepest places within. You hit that note in me which resonates with the note in you. (sigh)

[Muse]

sorry Shelly..I'm sure you know how it feels to see the plaster coming down. :(

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Yes but sometimes... One must just break down and replace that son of a
bi]€!. Viola. No more leaking roof.

[Muse]

I can hire a sexy contractor?????

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Nice. Make sure he works both mid west and west coast. And he has one of those cool leather tool belts. No shirt. Oh! And if he is mute... Even better.

[Muse]

and no butt crack. ha ha ha

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Yeah. That is the guy. He isn't real though. If he was, he'd be at Chipendales.

[Muse]

lol I'm NOT turned on! Giggling here!

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

Yeah - Never did like those guys. Ugh!

[lee von cleef]

From Osmosis, to this wow ,Pit bull on crack,you just throw the reins away let your horses run...

Muse, love... I felt this as a write with your invisible telekinesis, not even gasoline is needed. You woman, are powerful. Only with one tip of the quill that house will burn... ;) Love the ending though, it's amazing, how reality can burn the perfect civil mistaken vision, of those freaky neighbours. And all freaky persons, who don't understand s**t. Always be the different, I like you that way.

E.L.

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A brilliant portrait of burning distaste! Thank you for my kitty, it's adorable :)

[Melobldnfr]

There's a song by Jann Arden called "Gasoline". I absolutely love it. Your poem puts me in much mind of what's happened and is happening in my life as of late.
I know such poetry for me is from a place of hard experience and much pain. If that be the case with you, I so feel you. Thanks, and take care.

[Wondering Mind]

It seems like more of a wipe-out than a wipe...The metaphors are brilliant

[Muse]

match please? lol

[Distant horizons]

Beautifully written. Wonderfully capturing from beginning to completion of the new start required.

[Muse]

Sometimes...we all need a clean slate to work with.

[Distant horizons]

yes we do. and if fate is listening, i'd like mine to be in the bahamas please :-)

[Muse]

sounds brilliant...toes in the sand...ocean breeze..Calgon take me away. :)))

[Distant horizons]

And no more rain :-)
Been raining for days here :-(
Just wondering if I should swim or canoe to work today :-)

[Muse]

well we are in an official eight week drought...so start paddling my way...and bring a boat full of that precious rain water. lol

[Distant horizons]

:-)
* weeks???Ive never seen 8 weeks without rain. sending a rain dance your way :-)

[Muse]

we had maybe five seconds of rain two days ago...it evaporated immediately upon hitting the ground. We have not had to mow for three weeks straight. So dance!

[Distant horizons]

:-)
dancing...and if that doesnt work, we'll just swap homes :-)

[Λsylum Ƣo&#..]

poured it on with this penning. exacting metaphors and a crisp tight style - just like a cribcracker. bravo!

[Muse]

Coming from a genius writer like yourself..I'm flattered.

[Λsylum Ƣoətry]

vous êtes très bien accueilli mon ami!

[Patrick]

very explosive, an infernal combination of power and life..loved it

[Muse]

of course you loved it...would you expect anything less? x

[Patrick]

ok fat head less of that...in all honesty it was awful, i was just being kind :)

[Muse]

You're just mad because you didn't get a free read. lol

[Patrick]

but it didn't cost me a....dime

[joshua deathdealer]

I've been working on a similar scene in poetry for months. You really nail it here. I love how you use the format to convey different directions. Well done. xo

[Muse]

I may have nailed it...but your version will and would be just as powerful and unique. If and when you write it...be sure to give me a heads-up, I'd love to be the first to read it. xx

[joshua deathdealer]

ok I'll make sure your the first. (: