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Poetry Pack 3

  • Writer: Riley
    Riley
  • Aug 3, 2020
  • 2 min read

Updated: Jul 1, 2021

Some new and some old here. Writing has been difficult for me lately. You'd think I'd be getting a ton of it done because of all the quarantine time, but finding motivation, inspiration, and a head space that doesn't involve second-guessing stuff is proving to be difficult. I'll probably post a short update on novel progression and what not, but for now, here's some more poetry.


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I’m tryna do these dominoes.

I can’t even get like two to stay up.

Fuckers must be broken.

I got some pretty meaty hands, though.

No grace in these sausage fingers.

The foul odor lingers.


Acid Rain


Feel like I lost my mojo

Flapping glossy photos

You can hear the cracks when

The wind slaps the rowboat

Pant legs soggy

Head gone

And he left with no note!

I got a plaster cast on my brain

Going too fast in my lane

Maybe the past is a stain

Empty too vast and too plain

The wind shakes the mast in the rain

The wind shakes the mast in the rain


Dinner Time Villanelle


I pry through her meatloaf with dread

I had quite a surprise

What if it’s all in my head?


Speckled patches of red

I couldn’t believe my eyes

I pry through her meatloaf with dread


Squirming with little worms instead

Crawling through the meaty puss pies

What if it’s all in my head?


Juicy raw bits where they fed

Their larva hatching into flies

I pry through her meatloaf with dread


Out of crimson clusters they bled

Unaware of my teaming cries

What if it’s all in my head?


Fresh Life gnawing on remains of the dead

Blurring the lines between what’s alive

I pry through her meatloaf with dread

What if it’s all in my head?


Pills


Everyday is a hard pill to swallow

I can’t admit to defeat

I want to stand in the street

And yell at the cars

So they get to know me

I have my head in the stars

Face stuck to the pavement

On Sunset Boulevard

I guess I’m mad at myself

That’s another notch on the belt

How can I look at my health

Wax figure waiting to melt

That’s a hard pill to swallow

When you see the base of that

Rite Aid bottle


Grocery List


Tuna

Ice Cream

Milk

Eggs

Oatmeal

Fries

Diet Soda

Eggo Waffles

Apples

Tomato Sauce

Ham

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