I found this 8-year old poem in my archives. I never shared it because I thought it was too short. Now I think it’s the perfect length. It’s succinct, brutal, and fatalistic in a fun refreshing way. It reads like anti-wedding vows, like a two verse curse, like a Hallmark card from hell. Enjoy.
Plant your vows at the foundations
With all the other dead masons
Pack promises into the clay
With twigs, with straw, with bales of hay
Grind your love up in the mortar
Insulate every last pillar
Then take it all in
By every hair of your chinny chin chin
Bonding agents, mouths to feed
Sheets to tuck, bills to bleed
A bed with walls of paperbacks
You’ll never get your youth back
Big bad wolf has a station
On your home owner’s association
You will run, you will roam
But your straw house will never become a home
Brutal and dark. I like it!
Brutal and dark, just like I like my coffee.
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
I should imagine that a lot of us live in such a house…
I enjoyed very much, thanks. I’ve just realised how much of a cynic I am! If I ask for a ‘brutal and dark coffee’ in my local cafe, will I get a masonic greeting and good coffee or asked to leave?
You’ll get asked to leave… but that’s just a test. You pass if you stay anyway