U-bend
My souring undersongs
seem to scald me
by bloody detestation
at more coughed-up ugly gobs
Swallowed pride rides low
on my short gnawed-at list
of to-dos and do-nots –
as advised by my reviewers
Another plug was pulled –
it was tugged far too hard
Do not mix running water
and rewired metaphors
Is it still right to imagine
one’s other-half sucked
from this too-loud life –
stuck in a pipe to drown?
Then a body would slop
into the plumber’s pail
And he would turn to say –
There’s yer problem, mate
I would then tip it out
among such beloved flowers
and let our neighbour’s cat
choose whether to devour –
or play – with that wet corpse
But such afternoon fancies
are too sweet for my teeth –
my only solution is self-denial
Life is full of pain and hardship, good way to look at it is without the bad we wouldn’t appreciate the good things. Have a wonderful day man, take care
Pain is inevitable in life, the important thing is to learn from it, grow stronger from it and appreciate the good times all the better for the bad. All the best man:)
Thanks Christo, back-end of an ugly divorce & pain induced. I can return to each poem & the day it occurred – not sure if that’s a good thing ;)
But if a Bukowski vibe to this, not a bad thing by any means