To the simple minded man
This day would have been like the rest
Would have been an overdone steak dinner
Alone
But he plays a broken bone remix
Of ex-lover’s gritted teeth
It is the click in his jaw over steak
That reminds him of the gnashing
He nurses a beer
In between helpings
But there’s always the click
A painful metronome
For past music
When he was capable of lapping the language out of her mouth
Days when he was all noise
Like a hallway echo
Or a fist through drywall
Or a nightmare gasp
But now all he needs is the cotton he eats
To soak up the sound
So he won’t have to listen to himself keep sayin’
There used to be this growl my gut made
For your bitter music
When we choreographed a collision
Of bone
And breath
And teeth that touched when I still thought I wasn’t pressing hard enough
The masticating click
Reminds him of her smile
It hurts his jaw
And his memory
But he continues making her painful sound
Like it might actually bring her back
And it does a little
Just for today
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow is too far away
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 5:55 AM UTC
To the simple minded man
This day would have been like the rest
Would have been an overdone steak dinner
Alone
But he plays a broken bone remix
Of ex-lover’s gritted teeth
It is the click in his jaw over steak
That reminds him of the gnashing
He nurses a beer
In between helpings
But there’s always the click
A painful metronome
For past music
When he was capable of lapping the language out of her mouth
Days when he was all noise
Like a hallway echo
Or a fist through drywall
Or a nightmare gasp
But now all he needs is the cotton he eats
To soak up the sound
So he won’t have to listen to himself keep sayin’
There used to be this growl my gut made
For your bitter music
When we choreographed a collision
Of bone
And breath
And teeth that touched when I still thought I wasn’t pressing hard enough
The masticating click
Reminds him of her smile
It hurts his jaw
And his memory
But he continues making her painful sound
Like it might actually bring her back
And it does a little
Just for today
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow is too far away
First lines donated by Rafael Manrique. It is national poetry writing month. That means 1 poem a day for the entire month. I am going to try and make as many as I can First Line, or thanks to lp, Last Line poems. Wish me luck! If you wanna try, check out http://www.napowrimo.net/
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