Treasure Island

Mandolyn ...


the remote control needs a new battery


my immediate thought
after the x ray
was how much i loved cacti...
my tilted pelvis
and crooked spine
felt naked
ashamed they had been found

but it was you
that resurfaced
like an old bouncy ball
that was kicked
under the couch...
dust moths
prolonging its death

'we can fix you'
they said with certainty
i scratched my lip
tried to bend over
to feel my favorite stretch

would my funeral
put you on the train?
turn your hair grey?
just questions i ask
when i'm not listening

i wanted to leave
find a pen
write something irrational
to someone in Arizona

a heart is just an organ
it doesn't feel. it doesn't beat for anyone.

so fix me
i said
my bones require no donor
vicodin can be a jerk

there was a bouncy ball
in the machine
outside the office
i didn't laugh

i squeezed the quarter
in my pocket
then let the door slam

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Topic(s): anger

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

2013- i'm good. it was just a slipped disc from all the plyometrics

Comments about this poem (the remote control needs a new battery by Mandolyn ... )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. The Dreams Of Youth, Edgar Albert Guest
  2. On Station Farewells, Edgar Albert Guest
  3. The Bank Roll, Edgar Albert Guest
  4. Comradeship, Edgar Albert Guest
  5. Ode to Breeze, Sourabh Mishra
  6. The Choir At Pixley, Edgar Albert Guest
  7. Good Friday, Edgar Albert Guest
  8. The Neighbors, Edgar Albert Guest
  9. The Tempters, Edgar Albert Guest
  10. Wie er om vroeg?, Madrason writer

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]