Root Seven

root seven
left alone,

all alone,

the color of being
forgotten like an
in-law spouse made
to be an outlaw in the
first round of
wedding photos,

standing statuesque
like a nobody in
a sea of them
fully subtracted of
their trashcan drums
and their Glorias,

underused,

malnourished,

wasting away like a
grandfather with stage
death prostate cancer
instead being clubbed
into submission like a
baby seal,

an oddity like a
microwave transmitter
standing out strange in
a clan full of cave hills,

this is your rectal exam
horoscope for today,

all two-point-six-four-five-seven-five-one of them,

talk about redefining the square root of lucky,

or weird for that matter

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

"stage death prostate cancer..." That one got my attention (was it wrong to chuckle at it?). Anyway, your write of individuality here is amazing. Loved it.

[An owl on the moon]

Sharp and stunning metaphors and mingled thoughts of self... standing in the equation of existence. Great write.

[.]

LOL..I don't know what to make of this..but it made me laugh and thats always a good thing

[roarke]

I never knew math could be so visceral and sticky. An abstract improvisation worthy of Charlie Parker of Lester Young. Keep jammin' them integers....

[Nobody.]

your wit and word use are always a treat Ken. this is originality at it's best. you must dream in numbers and decimal points. lol!
kickass piece.
Cheers!

[Tate Morgan]

forgotten like an
in-law spouse made
to be an outlaw in the
first round of
wedding photos,
LOL that touched me somehow i have hated a few inlaws in my day and wished they met their due

[SkinlessFrank]

what a crazy quilt of solitary images....makes me feel better about being alone