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TWO LOVERS DOUSED IN FLOWERS
TWO LOVERS DOUSED IN FLOWERS
I woke up groggy, ready to get ready for work.
Its hard work getting ready for work..
I filled a plastic cup with water
hoping that there was ice in the ice tray
so that I may down two ibuprofen
and experience pure refreshment
while Shaking off the brutal realities
of a fucked up dream.
There above the sink to the side,
two small roaches fucked,
ass to ass as they always do,
out in the open as if
in a display of fertility.
I sprayed water at the previous babies
crawling around in the sink and the bowl
from the previous night's chili dinner,
swimming in a whirlpool
down the garbage disposal-
-Art that can only be seen in the moment-
The two roaches still fucked.
Destined to die in tortured ecstasy.
I reached for the roach spray,
yet the roach spray had been exhausted.
Bed-bug foaming spray still
had some juice in it,
and so I shot a wad of fucking foam
and the fuckers fell straight down
into a vase with a dozen red roses
which my flat mate had bought
for herself - $1.99 in discount floral
to treat herself to something special
on a depressing day
Two lovers died, still fucking.
Two lovers doused within flowers
I woke up groggy, ready to get ready for work.
Its hard work getting ready for work..
I filled a plastic cup with water
hoping that there was ice in the ice tray
so that I may down two ibuprofen
and experience pure refreshment
while Shaking off the brutal realities
of a fucked up dream.
There above the sink to the side,
two small roaches fucked,
ass to ass as they always do,
out in the open as if
in a display of fertility.
I sprayed water at the previous babies
crawling around in the sink and the bowl
from the previous night's chili dinner,
swimming in a whirlpool
down the garbage disposal-
-Art that can only be seen in the moment-
The two roaches still fucked.
Destined to die in tortured ecstasy.
I reached for the roach spray,
yet the roach spray had been exhausted.
Bed-bug foaming spray still
had some juice in it,
and so I shot a wad of fucking foam
and the fuckers fell straight down
into a vase with a dozen red roses
which my flat mate had bought
for herself - $1.99 in discount floral
to treat herself to something special
on a depressing day
Two lovers died, still fucking.
Two lovers doused within flowers
Published 30th Oct 2021
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30th Oct 2021 11:03am
31st Oct 2021 5:51pm
“Two lovers died, still fucking. Two lovers doused within flowers..”
Pity you had to spray those roaches… but the metaphors in this were phenomenal !
Pity you had to spray those roaches… but the metaphors in this were phenomenal !
1st Nov 2021 9:19am
Thank you shadow_starzzz, I was told long ago to write what you see and what you know.
1st Nov 2021 1:26pm
Wow! So amazingly different, the "main players" in the poem. Could there be a deeper metaphorical meaning? Hugs and peace, Oral
2nd Nov 2021 9:25am
Thank you very much for the comments, one never knows how others will perceive another's perceptions.
7th Nov 2021 10:59am
11th Nov 2021 5:32am
This is so satirical in its tragic comedy, it could be a stage play like the Glass Menagerie :)
11th Nov 2021 6:03am
