Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Sounds of Falling Angels

Did I disappoint you?

Your Ivory Soap girl

Isn't even 99 percent pure

Think I give a damn

That I didn't  live up to your expectations?

Find a new saint to worship

Find a new pillar to stand by your palace of virtue

I ain't no virgin

And I've already been sacrificed

And the blood I spilled wasn't for you

So stand back

Or you're gonna get splattered

With the bloody tatters

Of your icon.

submitted for Poetry Jam, Forgetting, May 30, 2011 
(this was written for someone from my past whom  I would love to forget as he was a pompous jerk!)


Mrs. Hyde said...

Damn! Remind me not to piss you off.

Brian Miller said...

hell yes...hope you kicked him in the ass for emphasis...smiles.

Anonymous said...

Ow! that smarts!
me too I should forget a guy. Why do their memories linger so?

darev2005 said...

I really hope there isn't someone out there feeling that way about me.

Helen said...

Wonderful! You go girl!

Mary said...

A gut level and honest poem!

jabblog said...

What a bugger!
I hope this is cathartic for you - it certainly sounds it. I'd say 'beautiful' but that isn't quite right - it's emphatic, honest and heartfelt.

The Bug said...

I love this! This very thing is the reason that I reveal my flaws right off the top - that way no one has any illusions :)

Fireblossom said...

Wowz. Step back. I LOVE this. It's a snarl and a strut, a warning and a dismissal all wrapped up in one super poem. LOVE it.

brenda w said...

You go! I love an honest expression of anger in writing. This does not disappoint.

Titus said...

Every line holds its place in this: great tone. Loved it. The 'splattered' and 'tatters' are a stunning coup de grace.