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!