Gasoline

Gasoline

A Poem by Muse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 







  We tried to fix up a home,
a two car garage, white picket fence, with a flower bed.
 
 Surely we could not have known,
our diminutive secrets carried by termites would spread.
An infestation grows within these walls like a dam under pressure.
 
 CONTORTING.......
 
((((Swelling))))
 
From all of our weight, and untimely measure.
 
Rusting pipes from my leaking tears.
 
There are no curtains to hang,
we're made vulnerable by these transparent shears.
The neighbors looking in,
wondering who is to blame.
                                       
Even with more primer and paint,
I cannot make these walls talk.
I cannot make you a Saint.
 
The ceiling is falling in...... 
This plaster is crumbling down.
 
So I will restore this home with gasoline,
and light a match to wipe the walls clean....

© 2014 Muse


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Can I go on an allusion tangent again, Muse?

The beginning reminded me a little of the song "No Surprises" by Radiohead. "Such a pretty house / and such a pretty garden....I'll take the quite life / a handshake of carbon monoxide..."

If you've ever heard the song, you know the sort of heady, balloony feel that the diminished sixth and seventh tones give it. Sort of like what happens when you inhale the vapors of gasoline.

P!nk also had a song about wanting to "burn this f****r down," if I recall, because it was full of bad memories. It was called "Funhouse."

I once wrote a short story called "My Name is High Hopes," written from the perspective of the famous Amityville murder house, in which the house explained that it IS cursed, because it's forced to watch its humans screw up their lives and make each other miserable, and then get blamed for it because it is a big, dumb, defenseless object, and cannot speak up for itself.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Right creation of a manmade Fire, the neglegence and failure falling down on the hearts.......

Posted 9 Years Ago


Damn. You just put on a clinic on how to write a metaphor.
I would love to see this converted to song. You would have
the most unique emotional experience.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This was written extremely well, Muse. Thank you for sharing your words. The imagery is amazing. You see each line in your head.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I feel a certain attachment to this write.
To me it speaks about a relationship that
wasn't built on a strong foundation and
over time the structure is now eroding.
At least that's what I get from this...
Nicely done...

Posted 9 Years Ago


The melancholy of this piece is almost overwhelming. "The ceiling is falling in......
This plaster is crumbling down." Takes my breath away.

Posted 9 Years Ago


A profound depth of vision. Sometimes it is only necessary that we see clearly, the rest is a matter of course. I think you found the Mississippi.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on August 21, 2011
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