Hour Twenty-Three
My brain is pudding
a casserole of deliberation
charbroiled musings
a culinary art.
A souffle of hapless meanderings
sticking to the bottom of
the deadpan stare of a sleep-deprived wordsmith.
I take the spatula of resolve
and chisel away at metaphors-
with eyes glazed over
the sweetness of sentiments
and the salty brine of experience.
My verse becomes gelatinous gravy
smothering the carefully prepared meal
in a swarthy succulent and savory condiment
a condemnation of palate.
My humor presented upon
a poo poo platter
of nonsensical imagery…
but in all my serious kneading
of the dough, baked, and left to cool
upon the fresh morning air-
I find I mourn the loss of words
as my audience takes bite-sized portions of me
in exchange for the full meal.
I love this poem and its incredible edible imagery. This is incredibly creative and I hope you choose to submit this poem. I have never done the full marathon (only run a couple.) But, I can’t imagine writing for 24 hrs as 12 is my max. Your poem represents what I think would happe to my brain if I chose this challenge. Amazing poem! There are so many wonderful lines and I love the fact that some become more nonsensical as the poem progresses. Wonderful and delightful!!!
“My humor presented upon
a poo poo platter
of nonsensical imagery” Wonderful word choice!!!
Thank you for reading. I always have to write a silly poem during the marathon and this one came to me in bits during it. Couldn’t resist the poo poo platter reference
Super fun and playful, congratulations for getting this far in the marathon! I love the poo, poo platter reference!
Thank you dear. I love writing silly poems. When I go back and read the ones from years ago it cracks me up. Thank you for reading!