Stray Thoughts and Idle Suggestions

Poem # 1742
in which the poet, a brooding fellow, who never forgets a previous slight, cynically reflects upon the ultimate act of betrayal in his life using crass metaphors, vulgar illusions, and just a touch of profanity in order to appeal to the MTV generation.

POW
BLAM

the assault
weapon
inside
me
exploded
yesterday
without any
warning…
POW
BLAM
guts
all over
the floor
and
assorted
bodily fluids—
red, white, and green
just like
the Italian
flag—
splattered
in odd
misshapen
patterns
on the
drab
cement walls
outside my
quaint little
workspace.

it
was
she
who
caused
me
to
internally
erupt
like
a volcano
that had been
dormant
for
centuries,
suddenly
and without
any real
warning
vomiting
it’s sulfuric
shit
into the
stratosphere.
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BLAM
the remains
of yesterdays
hastily consumed
big mac
and fries
smeared grotesquely
on
the sidewalk
where passersby
do a little jig
to avoid getting
blood and gunk
and putrid puss
on their fancy
italian leather
loafers.

young children
walk by
and stare at
my scattered
remains
hanging like
christmas
ornaments
on the trees
and shrubs,
and chuckle
innocently
as they use
my bloated heart
as a makeshift
soccer ball.
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i want to tell
them that this
is a cautionary
tale of
misplaced trust
and
vicious betrayal
and that they should
never,
ever,
let their
hearts
become
too fond
or too open.
but
my
vocal cords
were severed
in the blast
and so the
little bastards
will just have
to learn
for themselves
how fucking
heartless
some people
can be.

it’s a lesson
we all need to learn
eventually,
i suppose,
but few of us
ever do…
until it is
much,
much
too
late

POW
BLAM