Sacked by the Orange Frog and Bombed by the Baggy Vicious Bird

There is an orange frog,
with furry skin, not slimy,
with that forked tongue,
just two tines, nothing
useful, but those sharp tines,
they stole my eyes, and
black cotton weaves, like
old baseballs, sit in the
sockets, reaching for love,
looking up, not seeing, but
feeling the bird in descent,
like a hawk by the sound,
and he lands on my desk,
cackling at me as the Russian
infantry marches on sidewalks
made of donut glaze, whistling,
the infantry, a tune that’s
sad, dedicated to all of the
aromatic corpses they carry
like so many sacks of flour,
as the old bird squirts his
liquidy shit, reminding me
of all of the soldiers inside
this building who, it only
seems, are working to
make me more meaningless
than I was, if it is possible
to be more meaningless
than meaningless, increasing
the hopelessness, and I can’t
jump out my window, finish
it all, for it’s sealed, the window,
and there is more worthless
work to be done while the
trillions of gray cannon balls
drop from the ceiling tiles,
indefatigable symbols of
my lack of hope.

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  1. #1 by bipolarmuse on July 25, 2012 - 9:43 pm

    Very descriptive and heartbreaking… **indefatigable symbols of
    my lack of hope.** I know what it feels like to lack hope… it is a scary place. ♥

  2. #2 by Carl D'Agostino on July 26, 2012 - 6:38 pm

    like
    old baseballs,

    great simile

    • #3 by Carl on July 31, 2012 - 11:06 pm

      Thank you for your visit, kind sir and thank you for your nice comment.

  3. #4 by Evelyn on July 27, 2012 - 10:03 am

    I love the image of the baseballs as eyes, but the idea of donut glazed sidewalks and soldiers slipping all over them, that made me chuckle in kind of a demented way…lol

    • #5 by Carl on July 31, 2012 - 11:07 pm

      Thank you for your comment. I love hearing your reaction on the glaze.

  4. #6 by clinock on August 2, 2012 - 5:33 am

    This too shall pass…

    • #7 by Carl on August 6, 2012 - 11:32 pm

      Absolutely. I need the bumper sticker in front of me all day long!

  5. #8 by Edward Coleman on August 7, 2012 - 8:18 pm

    Again… your warning shots hit me center mass… hope the world turns in a way that brings you joy, if not now, than the moment after.

    • #9 by Edward Coleman on August 7, 2012 - 8:19 pm

      then*

      but yeah, seriously… well written.

      • #10 by Carl on August 9, 2012 - 12:17 am

        Thank you for your kind words.

    • #11 by Carl on August 9, 2012 - 12:16 am

      Yes, sometimes we capture the bad moments, but we must remember the good ones.

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