kitchen - a comedown poem

[Magnum PI]

Kitchen
My love lies bleeding
in the vinyl padded kitchen
--- a knife punctured lifeline
Her love also lies bleeding
on the blood vinyl
his head shaved bald, hers too
like fucking nazis or a baby’s ass
where are his fingers??!!
certainly not running over
her breasts, her thighs
where is his tongue?
never will it taste her
whisper into her
or tingle her again
his eyes… where are they?
Not watching her
or undressing her,
nor are they wandering
enticed by the others’ flesh
has she ever dreamt of him with
no ears, no eyes…. no nose??
has she ever wondered how he
would look with me, standing over him
pissing??
what I would give for her to see him now
her sharp breaths and panic eyes
but her chest lies still
wish she was around to see
the photos
she has lain in sleep with him,
encircled in his arms -
but now he has none, would she
not love him?
She never failed to mention
he has a big heart
I ate it - I am full
she wasn’t lying
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so this is my first attempt at meaningful writing while rolling and while coming down...
any feedback would be loved and cherished..
thanks Al

 

[hipster]

*disturbing*
good stuff. i know i've had similar feelings. but you seem to dwell on the physical aspect of "their" relationship ...

 

[jasmine]

I agree with you hipster, very disturbing, but very good.
You excel at creating a bleak and disturbing scene and telling a story with very few words. I like the possibilities for double meaning in so many of the stanzas. (maybe this was unintentional on your part)
Regardless, I've had disturbing ideas and images enter my mind while coming down. A weird counterpoint to the happy, i love everyone, everythings gonna be alright mentality of peaking. Maybe i'll try to write about it sometime...