I havent felt like writing anything. This is the first piece Ive written in months. Ive been depressed and I dont think its going away anytime soon. A Darker Shade of Ugly You close your eyes To see the inside of ugly Like mud splattered on salty cod Under the midday sun And you ask, what’s for dinner? Of an old woman That has never loved a man Only to swallow her answer Before she cooks You close your eyes To see the backside Of the lids that hide a heart Filled with wild oats in need of sowing Dead men are not supposed to feel this way Haven’t you been told? You close your eyes Like a man in need of healing From an old woman in need of training And dream of ripping off her apron Tugging at her mane Dragging her into the coffin You need to cook the goose This is not a fantasy It is the dusty dream of Oedipus You could never shake And as age creeps in To grant you shallow stale breath You watch her with your eyes closed Apron around her waist Waiting for a man that will never surface But lay still Six feet under dark clay soil
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 21:47:37 +0000
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