Sunday, March 8, 2009
I wrote some poems today...
They are rough, they may have some parts that are desperately calling for a thesaurus, and the first one especially goes on a little long...
but here ya go.
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ODE TO COOKIES
(or, Fuck You, Cookies)
Fuck you,
cookies.
You with your tantalizing eyes
your ravishing lips
those seductive lashes
You gaze at me with unspoken fulfillment of ...
?
Whispering,
Calling,
Promises. Promises. Promises of
What you will bring
What I will
GAIN
Better.
The world will
SPIN
its axis.
Life Aligns itself
All in that first bite of
<3 COOKIE <3
So I run to my Enabled legs
I Race across town
And...suddenly... suddenly...
I'm there
We meet,
I am the fly, Stuck in the Siren call
of the
DoubleChocolateChunk
The Web has taken over
I am PARALYZED or shouldIsay
POSSESSED
DoubleChocolateChunk has become DoubleChocolateChunkandMacademiaNut
DoubleChocolateChunkandMacademiaNut takes over it
has a Mind now
(It's alarmingly like mine)
not whispers but COMMANDS
I obey
Mechanically, I REACH
the PULL stronger than the PUSH
like Martial Arts. A Martial
ARTIST
would be stronger would resist
the SIREN
I am not a martial
ARTIST
I am weak
"that'll be $6.50"
My last $6.50 before overdraft
to pay
bank fees
from this morning's
LatteAndBiscottiIt'sHealthierThanACookie
"Debit,
Please"
30 seconds and it is over.
I am the Weak
I am the Defeated
I am not a Martial
ARTIST
the world spun 360
It lost alignment
I hear a faint cry
I turn my ear and eye in its direction
There is a
SIREN
Now, she is held by a Thin
a Fit
a Hot
"I am her eater and I am not Fat
You can eat me you will not be
Fat"
Martial
ARTISTS would say No
I am not a Martial
ARTIST
"That'll be $8.50"
$8.50 into overdraft
2 weeks till payday
no cash
DebitTransactionsEqualBankFees
"DEBIT"
I am the Weak
I am the Defeated
Never will Life resemble my dream
I am not a Martial
ARTIST
Nor am I a Thin
a Fit
a Hot
I am a Weak
a Lone
a Fraid
I am a Unrealized
Tomorrow will be the same
There is no Change
Fuck you,
COOKIES
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Fuck You, Martial Artists
I am a Weak
a Lone
a Fraid
I see Martial
Artists,
Artist
Marshalls,
Mar-tysts
What the
FUCK
They omit and Enjoy
Life.
I tried
I pretended, once, I pretended
I was a good
Martial
Artist
Artist
Marshall
Mar-tyst
Sometimes
I still
Pretend
Not now.
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(no name)
I see you Eating,
Thin
Why can't I
Still
be Eating
Chewing
Swallowing
Tasting
Breathing
Instead, I breathe and
I feel
Bitter
Bitter
...like Vinegar
on fries
FRIES
would be nice....
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(no name #2)
There is so much
I
Could
do
It's a shame I am
Lazy
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2 comments:
I like no name #2 the best.....I mean really - we all could be pretty great if our asses weren't glued to a couch......xo
Fuck You Cookies......i love it.
From seduction, to the empty promises of a sugar infused moment, to going into over draft to reach it - I can relate 100% darlin'!
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