I am as brittle as a pane of glass
shuffling down the same street
creaking like a scarecrow come alive
as I stoop to scoop up the stink
my dog left me. He pulls
on the lead; it is difficult
to tie the bag, the wind whispers
in my ear suggestively.
One whiff of bad news, or good
and my little life is liable
to explode at a moment’s notice.
is which way;
or the stage?
or the knife?
or the pipe?
There is a broken bootlace in the bush,
a sandwich wrapper, a soda can, the seals
are covered in oil again;
why does nobody seem to care?
If you want to hear truth
you have to start asking some ugly
questions. If you want to feel beautiful
you have to start spreading some dirty lies.
My parents are growing tired
of my riddles. I wonder if they wish
they’d raised a good, honest consumer,
a career man who could meet anybody’s eye?
The paths offered by society
seem easier to follow
when they’re set in cement.
Weary-headed parents (loyal, limited readership)
worry not, this is not a preface
to a twenty volume suicide
On the contrary, was anybody ever born
without feeling a little pain?
Why are you not more famous? Have you upset some publishing god? Make a sacrifice.
But don’t die. You have words to do.
Right??!! I love his work… why aren’t there ten thousand likes on this?
Oh stop it you two you’re giving me hot cheeks. Thanks very much though
Can’t imagine anything worse than being famous, but I’ll take some anonymous riches if they’re going. Thanks for your kind words as ever, and for your amazon review, I just saw that the other day!
True. Famous is a bad place to be for most people. My dad was famous for a while. Then he was infamous. Still is. Son-of-the-infamous is an uncomfortable badge to wear in the playground. It becomes a target.
On reflection, stay anonymous. It suits you. Us.
I breathed in the gloom and despair uniquely expressed. Perhaps because I am experiencing my own. I take care of my father. He’s 97, slowly evaporating away. Feel like we’re both being cheated.
Hey Carl, I’m sorry to hear about your father, that’s really tough. Thanks for sharing. I wish you the strength to get through whatever you need to
I breathed it in too…Wow, it left me pretty much speechless…heart-piercing.
Thanks so much Zelda, very kind of you
Thanks for visiting my blog. I returned to yours to repay the compliment and find I love your work. This poem why deep and dark seems also quietly humourous, ironic and plaintive. A real journey through conflicting emotions. I really like this piece.
Thank you very much!