Cellar Door

He heard the knocking
emanating from his
cellar door, and he saw
a figment of his distorted
imagination, something akin
to Neil Young addicted to
meth, crack and smack,
a skeleton wrapped in
melanin cellophane,
a Somali in a Nazi delusion
or a Nazi in a Somali delusion,
or even a cancer patient stricken
with anorexia nervosa,
no matter which way its spun out
of the O'Reilly infotainment framework,
this is how he sees himself now,
worse than the needle,
worse than the damage done,
a corpulent shell with a
bag of bones, alcoholic,
drug addict ghost.

No wonder his smile
reeks of bullshit
and rotgut wine,
and cellar door isn't
the most exquisite
English phrase anymore.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Audrey Howitt]

Wow. This is fabulous writing!

[ImagineItAll]

I love how you twisted and layered and found a way to weave the description together. It was rather brilliant.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Cellar Door, the most beautiful sounding words in the English language..........wonderfully written, brilliant, Ken.

[...]

. brilliant title ...
. brilliantly justified ...
. there's hardly a way out of degeneration ...

[NightShade]

You just made my day...

[joshua deathdealer]

Love the ending to this sad but true write..Captivating write..xx

[Teri B]

"A corpulent shell"? It begs many questions...but the images associated with this paradoxical description say it all! A body, like a mind, is a terrible thing to waste!