Sunday Scribbling Prompt: Poetry
This far, right here
you think you know?
this be the bathwater
not the baby
peel off layers, you will get
nothing but a mess on the floor
this part, this heart
this tiny place, unknowable
mine, I keep it
Scrape the outside raw
you ain’t touching it, you couldn’t
not in a million tries
a million lies
no kryptonite here
no magic dagger to pierce
disconnected, unplugged, off
All you get
a glimpse, a peek, a hint
like a stream
but the water still flows where it will
Paschal threw out a curve ball with Shrimp Montage for a prompt. I couldn’t catch it but I “tipped” it as it flew by.
They were the ugliest things she had ever seen in her life. She wanted to cry. How could she tell – what would she say? This is awful, what was she going to do? She knew that his mother didn’t approve of her and she had hired the decorator because she knew there was no way the old bat would like anything she came up with.
Now she was going to have to tell her husband that she had spent several thousand dollars on drapes that were a cross between The Little Mermaid and The Monster From The Black Lagoon! Some kind of weird shrimp montage with mustard yellow and puke salmon. Hideous!
She had gotten the name from a group of her ladies she had lunched with. They all grew up with Jordan and had known him for years. She should have known that there was some resentment there. This decorator was a train wreck and they had to have known it. Jordan was good to her but this one was going to be a little hard to explain. No matter how she played it in her head, either she had absolutely no sense of style or she was just stupid and gullible and listened to the wrong people.
Maybe she could just set the place on fire. Would the drapes burn before he got home? She hoped so because as soon as she got rid of this curse of a decorator she was going looking for liquor and a lighter.
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the sun sisters want to rock me
but I fell into the ocean spray time after time
I need a resolution, a remedy now
faster than the speed of sound
I ride wild horses on a mandolin wind
listening to my heartbeat
it’s a mad world at the last chance texaco
if you got the money the yellow taxi
will take you there
to feast on berries just for one minute
one word alert
I’m lazy and these hands
would write vows
but it’s too late to apologize
you had the time of your life
free falling in your wildest dreams
I will follow you into the dark
because this is how you remind me
I’m surrounded and can’t find my way