Stained Suburbia

Stained Suburbia

A Poem by C.E.M.

What I do. What I feel.

I make my bed
between a 
daydream and a 
heart attack.

How things can move so slowly
and still pass me by.

It must be clean
for the cleaners to 
clean it.

Plates I cannot
eat off.
Pillows I cannot
sleep on.
White linen I cannot

White granite 
for counter tops.
I cannot
a stain.

I cannot abstain
from leaving my mark
or so I try 
to tell her.

I am a person.
I am alive.
I am, by nature, a paintbrush
leaving mess and magic 
behind me.

It is natural, 
it is human,
to leave a bit behind.
To leave your mothers
blood on the sheets
or your books on the carpet
or your bones in the casket.

What will one stain
make me,

I know so much
about cleaning up messes.

You never taught me 
how to make the ones
that count.

She said,

Scrub harder. 

I did. 

I scrubbed my existence from the floorboards,
washed my clothes of my scent, 
wiped my reflection off the mirror.

The maids made sure I finished my job,
And choked me with the gardening hose.
They buried me beneath the tulips,
and built a new porch on top.

Sleek, white stone.
With not one stain.

© 2018 C.E.M.

Author's Note

This wasn't planned so I'm sorry for the lack of structure I'm just word-vomiting.

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That was excellent for word vomiting. Intense and anxious language that lend to the desperate tone of piece. Well paced and a slam dunk ending. The stanza about the maids was very well written especially. Excellent work!

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thank you! Anxious is my middle name lol! :)
The best kinds of poems often come unplanned. With this, despite the lack of seamless transitions, every stanza - every single one - harbours a world of interpretation.....and the way it all comes together at the end is sublime. I cannot decide which lines I adore more, for they all blew me away. I would say maybe make the transitions a little more comprehensible, but I'm worried that would ruin all the magic. After all, the main theme is "stained"/"cleanliness", so the fact that the it's simply word-vomit about those themes adds to the "stained"/"messy" factor of the whole piece. I'm in awe!! Well done!

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thank you for everything

2 Years Ago

my pleasure.
lmao i haven't heard of "word-vomiting" before. the lines "I know so much about cleaning up messes. You never taught me how to make the ones that count" just killed me :o this poem has a great concept

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Truly was some good old word vomit. Just writing down whatever comes into my head, no structure, no .. read more

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Added on June 20, 2018
Last Updated on June 20, 2018
Tags: love, frustration, clean, god, religion, suburbs, stains, humanity, poetry, nothingness, sadness, identity




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