Poetry

Fake Cheese

Free me from this sixth-sense occasion
I’m tired of consulting with ghosts about long dead memories
They are boring conversationalists

I’ll be over here
Retching up my low calorie breakfast
Who will I wear this dress for, anyway

I found a dead, decapitated rat reeking and rotting
Its vacant eyes still staring at the fake cheese in the trap
The same vacant look I got when I discovered our love wasn’t real
You trapped me
I’m a stunned rat
Alone
Dead


This one came from a dream I had. Not sure if I love it, but figured I’d share anyway.

3 thoughts on “Fake Cheese”

  1. You may not love it, but I reserve the right to.

    Okay, first of all: I love how it ends on a more reflective note, shall we say, with you making the connection and deciphering your subconscious’ best attempts at relaying a thought to you. I don’t recall seeing dream interpretations in a dream-poem before. Points for originality, if nothing else.

    Second – I love the imagery that your mind came up with here. Striking, pronounced, well-defined.

    Third – “I’m tired of consulting with ghosts about long dead memories
    They are boring conversationalists” gets a standing ovation. Because they repeat the same things over and over and over again.

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