I like nothing

Reads: 59  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Read it and find out

Submitted: May 26, 2017

A A A | A A A

Submitted: May 26, 2017

A A A

A A A


Poetry is the empty vessel

swaying in front of the static-ridden set

it is the feet that dangle in front of the Mrs.

the bottom that the rock refused to hit

It is not for your visit to the beach

your prancing in the meadow

with the butterflies and the doves

it is the crows at the body of a squirrel

the dance of death at your front door

It is not your mother and father

getting a divorce one fine spring evening

nor is it the death of your brother

your sister or even your favorite dog

It is the maggots that feed upon  the corpse

lurking in the place you are always afraid to look

not the rain or the snow but the moment of dread

waking up at 6 a.m. to a rising sun

there is no hope there is no laugh

there are poems whether you want them or not

that make your father look weak and your mother

well let's not talk about your mother you may get upset

or shall we regardless of how stormy you think you are

do not indulge for the sake of it

but expose the world for what it is

it isn't what you make it 


© Copyright 2017 joellaser. All rights reserved.

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by joellaser

I was In

Poem / Poetry

Alone in the woods

Poem / Flash Fiction

Sad Frog

Poem / Poetry

Popular Tags