Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Single Use Cup
The art that surrounds me are images of images already in place
I am the one who is expected to make a decision
through them, these paintings, figurines….for they are
Copied onto permanent canvas, drawn into form, molded into judgement
Named and named again, endless titles
Serving anger and compassion, attack and defense, pride and prejudice
Stirring the swirling palette of mash ups, in the land of dances
Making me dance, full of fervor, entwined in embedded memories
For my head is a twirling history of black and white atomic bombs
John’s bloody head full of conspiracy theories and Jacqueline’s pink hat
Reagan’s red blushed cheeks and a dusty New York.
This art is frozen into me, stars stuck in my stomach, aching
I vomit up all the dried acrylics produced by the painters.
And there is enough there to make me want to love it all like a pro
For I must believe I am a lover
Even as I dry heave belief in amounts no cloud could contain
Sitting with my head near the toilet
The sound of my empty throat echoes off porcelain
Hoping the sunrise will sober me up
Yet, I will vote for you, my love. Take me.
I drink you while you’re hot, when the paint is still wet in your hands
To soothe my stomach, then toss
The single use cup where your past memories
Never decompose
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I just adore you and your work…the end ❤
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“John’s bloody head full of conspiracy theories and Jacqueline’s pink hat”
Brilliant.
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Fine poem, I read, a dark note, the feeling of having been emptied and subsequently crumpled.
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Wonderful..
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I wouldn’t worry about open wounds. Speak your mind, or in this case, write it! The world is way too sensitive these days. 😉
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I’ll be your fan forever, Elan. It’s okay to dance around open wounds. how would you avoid them? They’re everywhere. There are a few lines in here that are better than a long piss after holding it for hours in a hot car.
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Thanks. This one’s a bit dark. I always worry about tapping a reader on their open wounds, if you understand my analogy.
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I like the way you use your words soul. Amazing!
Cheers! ^_^
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Thanks for the editorial. It’s appreciated.
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Superb!
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Brilliant, Elan. Simply, brilliant!
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Truly stunning.
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“For my head is a twirling history of black and white atomic bombs
John’s bloody head full of conspiracy theories and Jacqueline’s pink hat
Reagan’s red blushed cheeks and a dusty New York.” BRILLIANT
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Another good one but should be “while you’re hot”. Sorry, auto-reaction 🙂
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Wow. I absolutely love this post
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