Garlic Chicken Pizza (A Poetry Potluck Poem)

 

Emma and I share a garlic chicken pizzza.

Through the chews I hear your

mantra, "I have no money" not

unlike your diatribe "I don't mean to

make you cry" my time lapsed

echo of "You are not creative.

You don't express true emotions,

you are sentimental. You are shallow.

You have no real talent." and on

and on and on as my face

and my gut are slapped by your

well-timed insult-expletives

splurt against my now mottled skin

"You don't understand the rules."

You say as you tie me into

the "No one ever's" rust

colored corset and pull, squeeze

the hissed, "You are no one"

I am your comma, I say silently

Your space of waiting until a

more interesting, rule-knowing,

angry, vindictive, ego-driven

compassionless speaker of your

language opens the elevator door

on the floor marked YOU.

This poem flew from the tip

of my pen, my tongue still

scratchy from the garlic chicken pizza.

My hands find solace under a

purple throw blanket. My hands and

the blanket cover my ear so the silence

overtakes, for once and for all, your

"I have no money" mantra

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Written for the Jingle Poetry Potluck

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Comments

[Jingle]

sad...

well put.
Thanks for sharing...

[fiveloaf]

well said--- here's mine for this potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/here-for-you/

[lynnaima]

lol, nice piece...I liked it
It read like different topics in one and then you brought it home
Happy potluck!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

[kenny]

Oooo, yes please! It's breathless, it's vivid.

[Victoria]

I felt the struggle of anger in the face of tnarsicisim. The enjambment dragged me through he poem. Nice, Julie.

http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/boundaries-jingles-poetry-potluck/

[Victoria]

I know narcisisim isn't spelled with a "t" but not sure I spelled it right anyway!

[JamieDedes]

@Victoria-tnarsicisim sounds more interesting anyway. LOL! I never seem to do comments w/o typos.

@Julie - this is quite wonderful and rather eccentric (not a pejorative) in it's way. Hard truth here. Ouch!