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Lauren ikon
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Submitted by lauren ikon on 4 March 2008 - 1:12pm.
Tilted eyes,
glazed with empty.
“Until I reach heaven,” he hoped.
The internal combustion of the
engine is dead; the key is
asleep in the ignition.
“It’s over, like a bad TV series,”
he mumbled, spitting out the
last bit of wit he could muster.
Paper cups and plastic orange bottles
lined the counter-tops.
“At least my life was recyclable.”
The buzz, like frantic fizzing bees,
of the alarm in the second room
dissolved the dreadful silence.
“I think I should wear the ugly tie,”
he said as he got up from the kitchen
floor, joints cracking like frail sticks.
Some suicides will not be recorded,
because Wednesday isn’t clever.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
What did you think of my title?
Please do not critique mechanics. The inconsistencies in style are intentional, or correcting them is not important to me.
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my car won't start
I like this work.
Wednesday
Sounds like a definite case of the midweek blues…and by coincidence its Wednesday today so the image is all too true! But seriously this is a very good write and i enjoyed both the imagery and the unexpected turns in the train of thought. Great stuff. Keith