Okay...so today's flashy fiction is poetry, eh? Well then...
One glance at this commercial façade, oh? Just like the Cask of Amontillado... he’s walled in in his enclosure which is full of glossy exposure but in his world, it is all apropos.
Magazines, cigarettes touristy needs are sold while he fingers ancient prayer beads - his living, he ekes out (with a bit on the side) but for his family, he at least can provide so in his world, all would say he succeeds.
Hidden doors in doors to windowed worlds ineffable but for telescope lenses that leave us pensive wishing and spending on lives we can't be like but if we buy, we might dream right
from the wallet to the gods of Hollywood plastic and smalltown tragic "Tell a story, make it sadder!"
Tip the idol, watch it shatter
A shack of lies and smoked glass mirrors peddled to people that won't hear my words because that would take courage
My home
ReplyDeleteIs not like yours
It has one window
And zero doors
My work
Is where I live
Dollar bills I take
And goods I give
My life
Is not so bad
I need no jacket
Nor any hat
My hope
Is for a girl
Who needs only me
And not the world
My part
I sell my walls
Mags outside, cigs in
Don’t buy them all
Clever, Nevets!
ReplyDeleteVery clever, Nevets!
ReplyDeleteOkay...so today's flashy fiction is poetry, eh? Well then...
ReplyDeleteOne glance at this commercial façade, oh?
Just like the Cask of Amontillado...
he’s walled in in his enclosure
which is full of glossy exposure
but in his world, it is all apropos.
Magazines, cigarettes touristy needs
are sold while he fingers ancient prayer beads -
his living, he ekes out (with a bit on the side)
but for his family, he at least can provide
so in his world, all would say he succeeds.
Wow, love that, Lightverse.
ReplyDeleteGreat poems!
Hidden doors
ReplyDeletein doors to windowed worlds
ineffable but for telescope lenses
that leave us pensive
wishing and spending on lives
we can't be like
but if we buy, we might
dream right
from the wallet to the gods
of Hollywood plastic
and smalltown tragic
"Tell a story, make it sadder!"
Tip the idol, watch it shatter
A shack of lies and smoked glass mirrors
peddled to people
that won't hear my words
because that would take courage
And we're only after escape
Just
one
more
Hollywood
"We're all out, ma'm"
Woo, Poetry Day. I guess we're celebrating the month of April today?
ReplyDeleteGood ones, Nevets, Lighty.
Looking forward to what everyone else brings. Who's got the limmericks?
Wow - very cool, BN!
ReplyDeletepoetry addition?! Hold on... I'll be back.
ReplyDeleteThe magazine I wanted
ReplyDeleteWas way up high
Damn it
Typical
I asked the guy
Can you help me?
He grunted
No
WTF?
How does he make
Any money?
Customers equal cash
I left
The door slammed behind
I’ll never go there again
Jerk
Hmmmm, Heather...sounds like the voice of experience here. lol
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
I hadn't quite realized what I was starting, but I'm glad it took off. Fun and diverse stuff there!
ReplyDeleteRJ, way to both reference Poe and then rhyme the reference with a syllable that's pronounced /poe/. Bonus points!
B, nice bit of dark commentary, neo-beatnick crafstmanship.
Heather, now that's a raw slice of life!
Whoa! Nevets called me dark. That's scary, lol.
ReplyDeleteI'm pissed @ that guy too Heather.Somebody needs to tell him that haterz don't make dollerz.
haterz don't make dollerzOMG! AWESOME! hahahaha. I need to work that into my MS.
ReplyDeletehahahaha
ReplyDeleteYeah, B, when I say you're dark, you better start checking for shadows in your soul...
Wow, I missed some great fun today! Excellent writing!!
ReplyDeleteAnd Now For Some Bad Haiku
ReplyDeleteFragile paper hut
Consumed by blustery winds
Stalwart words prevail