My Beautiful Grotesque

Someone coaxed you gently

out of stone or clay

someone tried to give you life

from marble and sometimes paint.

They twisted your smile into a scream

they gave you the face of a beast

then they set you away or placed you up high

where gentle human eyes cannot reach.

But I will come up after you,

I will gently carry you down

I will give you a home among my cats and dog

and place you where it’s always warm.

I will name you beautiful grotesque

and you can call me the same.

I wasn’t forged in stone or clay

but sometimes I feel that way.

RDP Monday: PULCHRITUDINOUS

Merriam – Webster Wept

RDP Thursday – SOLITUDE / SOLITARY

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I pondered, in solitude- what the benefits of being a solitary creature are-

and it came to me:

They do their best work

in solitude:

Writers

create epic novels and  passionate poems and snappy short stories

Painters

create images of life with a stroke of their brush

Santa Claus

leaves all those presents under millions of trees

with only cookies and milk to fortify him on his journey

and

Serial Killers

they do their best work alone too.

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On Your Mark, Get Set, CONFORM!

RDP Tuesday: STRAIN

Be kind

be tough don’t take any guff!

Be an Angel

better yet be a demon, with a skinny waist and a shapely behind.

Be smart

no wait!  Play it dumb, who needs college or science in the real world?

Choose, choose, choose- now be!

Oh no! You’ve made the wrong choice

try again

keep trying again

and again and again and again

the strain of it all might kill you

but don’t you want to get it right

don’t you want to fit in?

The Happy Camper

 

RDP Friday: CAMP

I was here to visit

to take in the sights of broken buildings and sunbathing cats and cross baristas with sharpies in hand and better places to see and more interesting people to know then people like me, I was here  to taste new foods, to dance to new music trapped in three notes dreamed of in a computer program

 

I was here to visit

to try new words, wear some new skins, to get lost on unmarked streets

to be yelled at by people I know, to scream at people  I don’t know

 

I was here to visit

and I doubt I will be back again.

There are so many places to visit

and only so many breaths I will be allowed.

 

 

The Cold Kitchen

RDP Tuesday: pupil

Love

makes

everything taste better-

Lies are as sweet as chocolate drizzled  upon strawberries ripened to perfection.

Broken promises are coated in delicious creamy frosting smoothed with a skilled hand upon a mass of crumbling cake.

Betrayal is a cool drink in a chilled glass with a sprig of mint on the side and it is always served with a smile and a bow.

I learned this all

at the hands of a Master Chef

I was an apt pupil

in the kitchen of

life

and

now

I am ready to do some baking of my own.

Death By Meridian

Inspired By The SFC Prompt: Catharsis

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How

did I end up

on that hill

with Bubbas in giant trucks and Walmart hovering above me like a spaceship waiting to fire it’s deadly weapons upon a sleeping population.

How

did I end up

on that hill

where instead of hearing symphonies and exploring parks filled with trees and blue and green benches and quiet side streets where sometimes wind chimes sing, I hear the endless cries of ” GIT HER DUN ” from boys in camo shirts and ZZ Top beards and the all purpose reply of ” I know right ” from women who drift around in a haze of Aqua Net and dollar store perfume.

How

did I end up

on that hill

Did I die in my sleep, was I hit by a car, did I trip and fall down the stairs

am I dead

am I

in Hell?

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Anything You Can Do…Oh REALLY

RDP Wednesday – FLAIR

You

desired my world.

Each ruined moment, each lost dream, each cold kiss.

You

brought them to life, gave them meaning, when I could not.

My world.

Where the demons run free and the monsters run wild

and nightmares sprout like weeds.

Enjoy your stay, it’s going to be a scream.