My mind is full of mountain memories
overshadowed by curses and aphrodisiacs,
dynamite ginger tendrils and fortified hearts,
airline ticket orgasms and baby doll endearments,
oceanic arguments and veto competitions,
alcoholic tendencies and blueberry pancake adversities,
dog hair romance and belly laughter,
forty-nine good things, and fifty-one bad,
unattained ideals and hide-and-seek bliss,
quicksand pentacles and jungle poker games,
haunted house dreams and ex-girlfriend instant messages,
lemon-scented reality TV and campfire-lit lovemaking,
aloe vera soaked apathy and foreign taxi impatience,
telegram currency and bipolar discoveries,
beanbag chair thrills and newly-carpeted sorrows,
cancerous sarcasm and viral commitment issues,
Facebook introductions and incendiary adieus,
and the way I stopped looking at you
with the adoration of a child.
Every line a poem – and a slice of life – unto itself. If majority rules, he’s toast. If not, you’ll have more poetry to shoot at him.
there’s
an uncontrollable
rhythm method
to your
madness
must be those hymns the demons sing to me…
one-a-penny
two-a-penny …
Loved the forty nine good things and fifty one bad. Wow.
No, really…where the hell do you come from? Amazing, beginning to end, every line, every breath between words. You captivate me every single time!
forty-nine good things and fifty-one bad,… Yes ma’am.
great as usual
and the last two lines
heartbreak for someone
well described
‘cancerous sarcasm’ – great image….Really love this…. brilliant! Thanks for sharing 🙂
Last two lines – perfect!!!!
… and out