Wring it Dry

Existential fireworks

68 year old

quintessential

fireworks

we got a visit from Ohio

we got god pulled over

Meth heads to the side

eating clown cakes

to see if you could see the difference

in the faces on the wall

or in love

We walked in here and you can read our thoughts

run away

hey guess what?

Do you know what comes back to haunt you?

Black haired women, now to the shadows

we physically own them

I want those sexy pajamas

I took your love acne

popping up every where 

it scares the hell out of me,

our black silk curiosity.

I'm afraid I'll have to 

give up everything I didn't want

because it's all I have and to have to start 

a new one that

I didn't want.

 we are all eating Raven for breakfast

you got us all wrong

years from now the camel humps

on the back

you've got a friend that you're still partners with...

there will always be one 

who wants to off the BFF

but I still hear you from the hate block

waiting on the corner

till I wake up 

 turn on the days noise and wring it dry

shake it off,

snap out of it.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the twist and the turn of your words. I like the prose poetry that run away from us. Thank you dear Corset for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Corset]

Hi Coyote, thank you for coming by :D

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work and you are welcome dear Corset.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I weep, I breathe deep, I shake it off, but Im still sleepwalking in that kitchen painted yellow.

[Corset]

you know that old farm had a yellow kitchen for the longest time, I bet it's still yellow too, yellow is a beautiful sunny color to be sleepwalking in IMHO :D Thank you, you've been gone a while, hope all is well with you? Everyone healthy?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is one of the best poems i have read in ages...reminds me so much of the Beats, but with a current twist on the meth idea...on the acne popping up everywhere...yes, meth can do that, and the love for it...currently it is such a widespread problems...but your mention of Ohio, put me back to spring of '70 here at SIU, when we dealt with the riots over Kent State's shootings...and the war in NaM.
Four dead in Ohio...
and the hate block...well, we tried, and there was the Civil Rights Movement, but lately it has all seemed to backtrack.
it's like the speaker is reminiscing to a time past...one of movement and hope but is asking in the present, "where are we now?"
love it.

[Corset]

That was such a wonderful review, disturbing, but wonderful you got all that from this, your review is so much more intelligent and informed than this poem, you know I didn't know about that my foster dad never spoke of his time there