sunday morning feeling flat
last night's dishes mouldering in the sink
floors are littered with corn chips and empty long necks
tv's preaching hallelujah's like a crackhead televangelist
playing cards lay strewn about like corpses on a battlefield
pizza cartons and stale crusts strewn around like empty magazine clips
leftover conversations hang in the sunday morning air
along with the smoky remnants of stale cigarettes
someone left a bong standing sentry guard
over the ruins of last nights marching parade
sunday morning still feeling flat
mouth tastes like the bottom of a dead bird's cage
last night's promise of redemption lie swirling in the sink
along with the oily residue of a takeaway pasta meal
all in all in the end it doesn't really matter
it's sunday, bloody sunday
and tommorrow is another day
away...
A contest entry
- sunday as sunday goes by Cat.
525 points, ended July 9, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - No work required for this contest. Prewrites only. by yoopea.
617 points, ended July 21, 2007, 74 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is pretty good. i didnt like it as much as i have liked some of you other work. but this one is pretty good.
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Think this refers to those young kids down the block - the ones with the loud noises at 3 in the morning. Certainly couldn't be you, could it?
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some really good images strewn throughout this piece- battlefield corpses and the bong standing sentry-
i think the piece could use some tightening.. but that said... in the short time you were alotted for the contest you've done a really good job of painting a very accurate and i suspect common scene..
thanks for entering



