When The Chips Are Down

If I am not allowed to laugh in heaven, I don't want to go there. - Martin Luther

maybe i was just bored

they said not to go there

but being me, i had to go all the more

to see the swirling void for myself

to hear the deaf silence

to feel the pain of presence

to look for the excruciating details of nothingness

to open an unopenable vault

to taste the salt

guts twisted

steel cuffs wristed

a chance to open my mouth

voicing meaninglessness

tongue stuck to a flat roof 

reading dried, braille blood with chapped lips

learning how a middle finger flips

standing naked, exposed in the middle of somewhere

holding an empty bag of potato chips

Author's Note

"I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Amanda Reynolds]

WOW! I love your poem but the last line, brilliant! And how it is tied to the salt and the title;)

[Re-Pete]

thank your for sharing kind thoughts amanda.