Preconceptions
are the batter
churned to prep
the sidewalk for
ten tons of steaming
asphalt that looks
like black coffee
after sitting on
the burner for
24 hours at a twenty four
hour stop and go.
I wait for conversation
like it is the thing
that will ring the doorbell
with a present in it's hand.
And I will greet it
with smiles or something
worth while.
Sipping beer
it tastes bitter,
more so then the
dull droning of
finding something
to do in a white room,
when you threw out all the cards
last night, and gave
all the games to your neighbors.
These are the nights I repeat.
I wish I could be content
with love making
between loads of laundry,
smitten with Monday Football,
writing essays for college
that no one special will read
or else they shouldn't.
I haven't drank myself
into darkness for two days.
Twiddling frantically
with confused fingers,
taking the hours metaphysically
into parched hands
and squeezing with all might
the Lord will pity on me
to drink some sort of
consolations for the emptiness.
They don't come.
He talks to me.
I take it for granted
wanting
more...
that he can't give,
it's not humanly possible.
It's not like I deserve the things I already have.
This chair was killed for me to sit.
I should have dinner on the table
when he walks through the door
congratulating his astute providing skills.
I should wear a smile on my face
as often as people wear underwear.
This wasn't supposed to surprise and warm your heart
like a hot cup of cocoa from a vending machine.
Just wondering
if I can reach
you by saying
the things that can't be
said without saying them
at all....
A contest entry
- Ice Cream People by Dalaney.
900 points, ended November 30, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Chelsea...God, I know what you mean.
Love, Lane
-
wow...
you did a fantastic write for this contest...
your voice is perfect for this venue...your vocabulary is also very well suited for this type of write...
excellent!
you captured Bokowski-ish-ness without a doubt.
I'm impressed...and very envious! LOL
GREAT JOB.
Blessings! Tammy
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