Extravagantly Pungent
there's a dog barking in my brain
somewhere, somehow
a barking rage
on and off and on and on
I turn on the wrong burner
on the stove
like my Grandma
almost ready
to burn down the condo
in her forgetful state
organized chaos
a mystery to repent of
the smell of bananas
too ripe
too extravagantly pungent
.
.
Freedom
I like the freedom
poetry offers
pig-
of writing down any word
that comes to mind
jar-
letting them drop
into the sea of emotion
canopy-
to see
what patterns they make
polka dot-
on its surface
1 comment:
i really like the picture, matt. maybe it's the striking yellow wall. or the natural beauty of decaying flowers. or the symbolism of life the picture can portray. or maybe i just like the picture.
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