You know they're lies, but they taste
Like raspberry jam
How can your soul
roam across this world
while it holds no care?
Drinks jam out of its jars
And sleeps in a bus shelter
Behind the toothless grin
and the dreams of the Boulevard
Your cherry coloured lips used to
bring the coral blush on my cheeks.
But now it boils my crimson within,
leaving my face all scarlet with rage.
You were the apple of my eye,
as precious as ruby to me.
But now, wine and water seem the same,
and jam never tastes as sweet.
What changed, dear Rose?
Why have you faded?
A sweet sponge cake
With snow-white icing
And a single candle
As big as a basketball
The table's covered in silk
Confetti all over the walls
And the floor, too
It's time to celebrate
The candle lights up
Too good to eat, they think
Noisemakers distract them
But there's no noisemakers to be found
One of them grabs the knife and sighs
It has to happen
The other make a wish
And the room goes dark
The knife makes a deep cut
Unexpectedly, jam comes out
Invisible noisemakers continue to play
The cake remains still, unaffected by time
The one with the knife did not know what to do but throw it
And it hits another, but not the cake
Jam falls, drop by drop
The silky tablecloth gets ripped
It was never strong enough
Noise grows deafening
The birthday child cries
This went in an unexpected direction.
You looked outside the window and smiled
"Can you make some jam for us?"
Obliging, you did so
You didn't know what flavor they wanted
So you did every single one
Blueberry, raspberry, banana
A plethora of colors comes into view
You always wanted to be an artist
To embrace the colors you see
A chance to be happy
But you're stuck making jam for them
Forever and always
At least it tastes good
Knife cuts the scone smooth
Happy thoughts with bitter taste
Scones with strawberry jam, one of my favourite snacks!
Which does bring back unpleasant memories, but still
I sit here.
Viewing a blank slate.
The black blinking line mocks me.
I've been here for hours.
Where are the thoughts?
Where are the rhymes to save the world?
The language to disintegrate the pillars of inequality?
The stanzas to make me rich so I can quit my day job?
I should be making as much as an engineer.
They don't contribute as much to society as I do.
I rhyme, I'm a sentence builderd.
I build societal commentary with words.
Me me, I'm a word boy.
Do you have any idea how much student loan debt I'm drowning in?
It's low tide in my mind's sea.
All I can imagine --
-- is myself placing a toothpick under my big toenail and kicking the wall in front of me as hard as I can.
Or maybe I can use a flat-head screwdriver to pry off the nail from the bed.
I could use a tack hammer to tap and slide that under.
A serrated sickle perhaps?
Move it maybe.
Liberate it from being on a toe.
It wants to be on a thumb;
a much better class of nail.
Toenails of the world unite; you have nothing to lose but your jam job!
“You’re so pretty.”
Like jam hands
Young and desperate
Sweet and clingy
“They can’t resist a beautiful girl like you.”
Is that all I am?
That’s all they tell me
Am I nothing else?
“I wish I looked like you.”
Is there no head on my shoulders?
No spine in my back?
Is “pretty” all I have?
Am I nothing but a picture to look at?
“You’re the pretty friend.”
Gooey jam hands grabbing
For any kind words
Of how my looks dazzle
That’s all I’ve ever heard.
Now I’m a "pretty” shell
With nothing worth noticing
Call me strong. Call me creative.
Breakfast for lunch,
Breakfast for supper.
Jam on toast,
I'll have another.