The definition of truth is a lie.
Looking into empty eyes;
– apart or together –
is a tremor
in a glass half
of half empty.
I suppose that would be
a glass 3/4 empty.
Does 1/4 full = optimistic
because you use the word, “full”?
I wanna tell you about love’s ugly
when you are broken and a mess.
When dark rooms aren’t dark
so you keep eyes shut
Heart carcass in decay;
slow-sinking rotted pumpkin
hemorrhaging on the floor
gurgling, sputtering a siren shriek
think of you.
Written Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012 @ The Living Room.
Jake and I hit up Seattle’s Annual Poetry Slam again this year. As the poets spat out their conviction-laden words into the microphone, I scribbled down lines that tugged at something in me. I used one of the lines as a prompt to write this poem. The line? “I wanna tell you about love’s ugly when you are broken and a mess.” I didn’t catch the poet’s name.
(To read other poems I’ve written that germinated from poetry prompts, search for “poetryprompt” in the search box on the right.)