Fondue Pot Face

This ain’t no poem,

and now I feel
better, you?

Mountains of cookies,
inedible, floating just at the bottom
of consciousness. I’m mad, but it
shouldn’t hurt you, and your mouth
might be agape, you finding I function
at times (surely not now).

I’m up and
down. You know that, so why waste
my ink when I’m a rag worse than the
paper I write on.

The wind is dry and
soft, marinating my hair, readying
me for fits when someone speaks
truth. All that was ever good, that
will ever be good (about me) melts
in the fondue pot that the crazy
burglar holds, ready to smash
my face good.

I share with you
about my fears so that I might
cut them in half, but instead,
they swallow me whole.

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on August 11, 2011 - 9:41 pm

    they way you have used “marinating” – now there is a lot of possibilities in using that in different references. One comes to mind: “Soon after joining the New France Socialist Party his mind was marinated with the ideas of Marx and dialectical materialism”

  2. #2 by Fountains on August 11, 2011 - 11:40 pm

    At risk of sounding uninspired, you are extremely talented. Wish I had something profound to say about your poetry other than it speaks to me. From what I’ve read in this poetry community, I gather that you are original and inventive when compared.

    • #3 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:41 pm

      I’m inspired by your kindness. It’s gratifying to know that someone enjoys something that goes up here. Honestly, it keeps me going.

  3. #4 by scribbla on August 12, 2011 - 3:47 am

    “Mountains of cookies,
    inedible, floating just at the bottom
    of consciousness.”
    Those are seriously arresting lines. Incredible imagery.
    Also, remember that halving something doubles it in quantity.

    • #5 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:42 pm

      Thank you for your comment. Your reminder is great. I think some of us think that when it is cut in half, half disappears, but it doesn’t, does it?

  4. #6 by pattisj on August 12, 2011 - 8:42 am

    “This ain’t no poem” That’s a good start! Keep writing, hold fast to the Truth; it will banish fear.

    • #7 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:48 pm

      Thank you, Patti! Holding fast to the Capital T Truth!

  5. #8 by abichica on August 13, 2011 - 1:06 pm

    i personally think this is a poem, a hell of a great one for that matter.. i felt very uninspired today to write anything, but your poem just helped me out a lot.. 🙂 keep on writing.. 😀

    • #9 by Carl on August 15, 2011 - 9:46 pm

      I feel very grateful to see your kind words. Inspiring someone to any good action brings a wonderful feeling.

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