Any day mo(u)rning I sit,
listen to the sound of static saccharine
steady, rocking myself to sleep
on this old claustrophobic couch
and as I shut myself up inside, I deny
setbacks sink into c(l)ogged machinery
like circulated coins in saggy cushions,
a cold quarter looking for a 1-up,
another chance to play this arcade game
and as I reach deep down inside, I realize
my powdery hands are dry vines (divine)
and I want to pick forbidden fruit,
gather berries from a fuzzy memory
from the capital of these nerve endings
and I architect my demise/revival at the time deep down I know is right
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This poem was penned for dVerse Poets Pub’s Poetics: InterActions poetry prompt, hosted by Brian Miller and Gretchen Leary. I decided to go with Brian’s prompt, which is to basically play Mad Libs. Brain suggested asking someone to offer up 2 nouns, 3 verbs, 3 adjectives and 2 random words, then write a poem including/based on those words. My wife gave me the following words: capital, couch, play, sleep, listen, fuzzy, old, powdery, machinery and sink.
ha. love your word play man…..the mourning up front…claustrophobic couch…ha…the dry hand vines (divine) gather berries from a fuzzy memory…ha…very cool..neat write man…haha…love your wifes words…
Great use of the words. 🙂
“Gather berries from a memory” – I love that. Good visual there.
Cool write.
ha..you start this with a cool title and cool use of words throughout..the old claustrophobic couch made me smile…
Gather berries from a fuzzy memory. I like that very much, It fit well into the piece, and to me stood as its cornerstone. Excellente!
Steve- I love gather berries from a fuzzy memory… great poem!