A Distaste for Taste
Her Buddy
Is
Aligned
With
Sun
Good
Friends
Pleasant
Comments
Coffee
Tastes
Native
Who Decides What Art is Anyway?
Primitive?
Folk?
Fuck Taste
A
Distaste for Taste
All Ducks
Those Deciders
Flying Together
Hiding the Ones
That Mean It
“This World Doesn’t Deserve Me,”
He said
Before He Fled
Falling
The List of Always
Still Repeating
His/My/Their
Heart
Is
Lonely
Their/My/His
hArt
Is
Wayward
Eye Will Follow It
Til the End
“in the future we’ll be dead”
Repeats in my head
During embar Assing
Moments.
At the Moment
I am Her World
So I Will
Stay
And
Be.
Brave
I cried in a chair today.
The cats slept next to me.
The kids played outside of
Me.
I could hear them SCREAM:
“BUTTERFINGERS!” And laugh.
Sal
Mon
Remains
Fed
Piece by
Piece to my
Daughter
Tuna
Noodles
Our
Cat
Feeding
Her
Was
Rewarding
An
Act
Easy
Staying
A
Live
To
Help
Life
The knife
Next
To
My
Bed
Thinks it could be easy.
Drew a portrait of Me.
SMILING
While the knife
Let Blood
Out of my neck.
Ugly
and Grotesque.
Haunted
And
Hiding
Reaching
Into the Dark….
Vision blurs with water
Water works
Z
Z
Z
Z
Z
Zleep
That was waiting inside.
Outside it rains
Inside the same
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“Eye Will Follow It
Til the End
“in the future we’ll be dead”
Repeats in my head
During embar Assing
Moments. ”
I like this part a lot. Thanks for sharing your poem!
thanks RJ. love Dylan.
I like your use of line breaks after phrases/words/and within words:
“in the future we’ll be dead”
Repeats in my head
During embar Assing
Moments.
lol. thank you Pam. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Interesting poem! The way it is written, with so many things that are just a little bit off, like breaking apart words or using zleep instead of sleep, leaves me feeling haunted. Like something in the speaker’s reality is just off. Hard hitting ending, too. Great work.
thank you so much.