Vivisecting the V-world
Was that verisimilitude, or an actual cricket
or cockroach that just flew past my face?
Virtuality or actual cat piss on the corner of the cardboard box?
Seagull birdshit and cute squirrel obesity,
a student’s virtuosity juxtaposed with lunch trash
The virality of stupidity,
but verily, verily, I am
love, with our corrugated hearts
that need scrubbing, flossing,
and deep tissue massage.
My heart is a virile playground
of verity, veracity, and truth;
that is to say, a playground of pretend
and make-believe (make-you-believe?).
Stitch it up and keep it clean.
I sit here and binge on transcendent carbs
(carbs, oh gawd no not that!),
carbs and sugar and tears,
ponder opening another bottle
(but not very well).
This viewpoint will self-vandalize
This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo. To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s poem is off prompt and should not be taken too seriously.
Corrugated hearts??? How do you do this, the combining of previously unrelated terms that now have a meaningful relationship. You continue to amaze me.
That’s EXACTLY how it’s done. I learned that from Natalie Goldberg in Writing Down the Bones, lo, these many years ago. The odd pairings sometimes reveal truth.