nouns
To some, it is a dog in hell.
And others: an exploding cigar,
cholera, a battlefield.
[Forgive the crudeness of that last one;
I have run out of rehearsed sarcasm.]
But that, as they say, is only the beginning
[Or the end.]
& verbs
It is an old window, where the blinds
have finally been lifted
[2 months from the day they
were drawn]
It is an aging man who exits a door —
hideous and green —
carrying the television set
left by a prior tenant.
[And with it: three Christmases,
Strange Brew and countless five
dollar pizzas]
It is the widow, cantankerous,
who stole a past life from the
dumpster
[And the girl who relives it
at every neighborhood
garage sale]
It is that old chair,
indented and warn
It is a glass door
with a torn reflection
It is...
A string that pulls
until it breaks.
[Only to be pulled
again]
It is...
Days upon days
of stories
[Without a soul
to tell]
It is...
The inverse of all
of these things
[all that is and
never should
be]
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4 comments:
.....that's.......eraserhead.
I held off on reading this until I thought I might be in the right sort of mood. well, today. it's good, thirdworst. it reads from inside. this is the place for ideas from self.
I too love this, "It is the widow, cantankerous,
who stole a past life from the
dumpster"
in the verb sense
I guess love is different things to different people. Has anyone told Disney?
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