Trouble
in Blue
Angry
trouble, double trouble, lover’s trouble, trouble in blue
Changing
locks to filter unwanted guests, eating all the grapes
Cramming
porcelain knick knacks into a too big purse
Making
medical diagnoses from pill bottle bathroom reading
Crashing
sock drawers and gasping at the size of sex toys and reading
material
See
my fate all dressed in blue
A
crawling sick, making due
Fishnet
stockings, sniffing glue
Fetish
tricks, come fuck me shoe
Man
trouble, car trouble, women’s trouble, trouble in red
The
morning crashes like an unwelcome disease
Thoughts
of muzzling my spouse, strapping my boss, prick
Tempered
only by my desire to avoid unsolicited prison sex
The
whiskey bottle shaped like Christ in despair, is salvation wet
See
my fate all dressed in red
Paycheck
bouncing, kids need fed
Your
voice grates inside my head
By
morning love, you’ll be dead
Marriage
trouble, heart trouble, tax trouble, trouble in blue
Looking
forward to the end of an uninteresting driftwood existence
Hoping
my tack is true and bold in the next life, creative
Waiting
for the ever after to unfold, tattling like a spurned sibling
To
the gods of reincarnation, wailing of my pitiless lack of imagination
See
my fate all dressed in blue
Casket
silk like morning dew
Death
bed secrets tried and true
Shit
bed head, lipstick askew
Trouble,
troubled, troubling……you
See
my fate all dressed in blue
Yep, there's some trouble in this piece. Wherever that blue door prompt was I would like to thank them for sending it to inspire you. I always feel I can come here, take off my shoes and spin tales of life by cussing if I want..lol
ReplyDeleteI know this fate and damn I'm dressed in blue~
ReplyDeleteWow, wow, pow...you got me on so many rants!
I could feel the despair, the wonder of and the lack of
all kissed in blue~
YOU amaze me ;D
I love so many lines, but this one really surprised me:
"shit bed head, lipstick askew"
I always read this like some kind of internal monologue on repeat, when anxiety gets so high that words and phrases and images plunder the mind. What makes it for me are the alternate stanzas in italics, because all the dark humour is packed between their lines:
ReplyDeleteSee my fate all dressed in blue
A crawling sick, making due
Fishnet stockings, sniffing glue
Fetish tricks, come fuck me shoe...
Don't knock 'com-f-y' shoes!
this one is destined to be set to tunes.only in the form of a song can one capture the dark potency of this sizzling piece.
ReplyDeletetrouBLE! trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble!
ReplyDeleteWow, you gave trouble a face and a color...and it ain't fun!
ReplyDeleteLoads of trouble waits behind that odd blue door
ReplyDeleteSome scary good stuff in here, Corey--crawling sick, salvation wet,driftwood existence, and the rhyming adds the most wicked touch--especially at the end. I was actually thinking recently of painting our front door blue--now, maybe not.
ReplyDeleteThis feels far too familiar.
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