the despair i exhale
propels me along
the strip, i slip
through the eye
sockets of a café.
here is my plate
of neptunian oddments
breasted by two cephalopods
mandarin sized
two thousand leagues even.
ambushed by envy
and every sort of regret
grey octopi dead
on my pasta plateau
my eyes are briny too.
fervently, reverentially
i slide them onto my
bread and butter plate
swiftly cover them
paper serviette murder scene.
seven hearts broken
sixteen arms pointing
at me, as well there
is that familiar
smell of misspent ink
© meredi o
7 responses so far ↓
1 BigSquib // Feb 4, 2008 at 5:49 pm
*sniff*
2 Jannie // Jun 14, 2008 at 1:56 pm
Eye sockets of a cafe, love that one. Nice and Indiana Jones-y.
Misspent ink indeed, never even got to use it on a poem.
– From the still commentless but managing to function, Jannie
3 squib // Jun 14, 2008 at 3:10 pm
Hi Jannie, thanks!
4 warthog // Jun 17, 2008 at 12:58 pm
Nice poem but squid upset me.
Almost unseen in Pommieland, they are everywhere in Italy….looking at me.
5 squib // Jun 17, 2008 at 2:26 pm
Looking at you in what way exactly?
6 Matilda // Jun 17, 2008 at 4:04 pm
I think he got confused by the reference to mandarin sized breasts.
7 squib // Jun 17, 2008 at 4:04 pm
heehee!
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