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.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

That will certainly do it........just start over. Excellent!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Brilliant beyond words, Muse. This is a stunning work of art, the imagery is palpable, powerful and all-out absorbing. It reads like a piece by Cummings almost.

[Melissa Edmunds]

Wonderful use of discriptive words. It is very emotional. I love this one. Thank you for sharing.

[Robin]

a relationship reaching flashpoint disintergration

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Brilliant imagery and elibrate descriptions.
Marvolous job.

[Becky C Strukamp]

WOW, love the structure, outstanding poem.

[Forest Green]

Metaphoric truths, emotional despair twinned with the cruel reality of a dump. Extreme measures are many times considered, sometimes actually done; burn the bridge, walk away from it and avoid the scar.

Very nice...! A truly split-level poem!

[Lily Mae]

I've lived in this house before.. wiping the walls clean and restoration.. is embraced after living in the infestation... You are extremely talented and creative.. I get this... xx

[MS. BABy]

WOW.....and she said this..:So I will restore this home with gasoline,
and light a match to wipe the walls clean....


amazing...