The Poetry Marathon

Fingerprints on the fridge
footprints in the fabric
a foreign perfume in the air
a trial of breadcrumbs left behind

Who stole my sandwich?

It had my name on it
and everything
bacon, lettuce, tomato, and cheese
but it’s so much more than a BLAT

The fridge is cold
like my sandwich-less heart
it’s making a strange noise
it feels my pain

I see him
Jim
the office manager
picking bacon from his teeth

My new enemy
no one takes my sandwich
and gets away with
no one!

Revenge is best served cold
like a sandwich
Oh
I miss it.

I walk to the edge of the earth
one of many little lemmings
all in unison

But unlike lemmings
there was no controller
no one to send me off the edge

It wasn’t what I expected

I expected awesome
A great cliff
maybe a safety barrier… just in case

But all I saw was my reflection
judging me for things I’ve done

I walk home
an underwhelmed lemming
set in his ways
I’ll never change.

I don’t know why I went back for seconds
I’m always full!
But there was something about those hash browns,
bacon,
sausages,
that had me wanting more.
Fill me up
for the big day ahead
Don’t skip breakfast,
they said.
I had it twice,
with all things nice.
In my belly it goes
I wouldn’t do it thrice.

Country boy at heart
the city faces scare me
the constant noise
drowning out my thoughts.
People rushing
when they don’t have to
always gotta be somewhere
in the city.
Road works fill the streets
while the road workers whistle.
It’s not charming
much like gristle.
But, for all its downfalls
it has some perks.
The bright lights,
the restaurants,
the nightlife,
appeals to some.

Not to me,
this modern-day cowboy
sticks to his farm,
where he belongs.

It’s hard to describe
my feeling of joy
and the randomness of it.
It was a normal day
school holidays are in full swing
then something took over my body
it’s often puzzling.
I had always been quite uptight
always wanting to know what was to come
but at this moment
I was in complete bliss.
I climbed the fence
needed to get to the stables
where I’d often talk to the horses
as if they needed a friend.
As my feet hit the ground
I felt a sense of calm and joy
there was no rush, no plans,
just happy to be around.
It’s a feeling I have never forgotten
a young boy with the world in front of him.

22 years on,
the setting has changed
but I have constant joy
it’s not a fleeting moment
it’s permanent.
No fences needed to be jumped
no horses needed to be spoken to.
Just a girl
and her touch.

Staggering around the city
looking for a bite
taking life away from humans
it’s quite the fright.
Brian, John, Betty
they were once named
now nameless on their graves.
Feasting on brains
without fear
they attack
you never know when they’re near.
Grumblings and gurglings,
their only signs of life
A sad state of affairs,
it’s not much of a nightlife.
There’s no humanity with a zombie,
they’re just trying to survive.
We’re all one and the same,
just trying to thrive.

It’s dark inside my room
empty spaces and empty thoughts
Not a colour in sight
trapped in darkness.
It presses on my frontal lobe
but not enough to erase the pain
joyless,
soulless.
Want to come inside?

Eloquently, she takes off her dress
Layered with history, ready to be discovered
Nerves at their highest, stay steady
Affection of the highest order
Zestfulness taking over.

Gaga, she sends me
Over the top, like a lovesick puppy
Round and round my head spins with lust.
Babbling words are all I can muster
Aching with joy
Never thought I’d experience the thrill
I never want to let it go.

The three little pigs knocked on the door
Let us in!
Let us in!
Their wish was granted
by the orange-haired supreme leader of yesteryear.
They huffed,
they puffed,
and they blew the house down.
Overturn your decision!
Heard from the public outcry
Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin,
they replied.
They are pigs,
after all.

There’s a woman sitting across from me
she is the most beautiful, caring, and sweet person I’ve ever met
she made me understand
she made me feel
what love truly is.
She’s the kind of person to do a poetry marathon with me
go to a comedy show
see an art gallery
everything I dreamed of in a partner
everything I had hoped for.
None of this would have happened,
had I not broken a heart
torn it into pieces
it was no work of art
but we had to part.
For the sake of love,
it was an easy decision.
Whatever the consequences,
I’m immune
I’ve found my Elnaz,
my Elnaz Joon.