dannyboy

Too many times

Eyes open, staring;
the light deliberately left on, arms
spread across the bedspread prepared
to draw the body within, the sheet
crisp for now.

In those eyes desire erases
previous disappointment; the memory of
last Friday’s inept performance
by a stranger she welcome exactly the same way.
Already forgotten as a broken light bulb -
not a hint of disappointment
not a shimmer of morning light that shows
more cracks than wall,
not a slither of hate, no glimpse
of a tongue
shaping poison to spit
at the retreated back.

In desire
she does not recall
the jocks pulled up over a hairy, white bum
while he mumbles
about the need to get home.

Looking into her eyes -
driven not by mind, he does not see
the other eyes; he sees his
narcissist love reflected
in her fishbowl warmth.

The mind’s ability
To construct scenarios
despite previous experience
is perhaps’ consciousness’
greatest gift.

He opened Pandora’s box
with a blunt instrument -
despite the outcome
still looks
to open it again and again.

Eiji Tunsinagi

I liked your poem, Danny. But not this part, for whatever reason. I think it felt too out of place against the rest of all the imagery and story. It felt like someone was teaching a lesson when you added this - and we all hate lessons. Beside that, I liked this. You write some pretty dark stuff sometimes (most of the time).

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sardpete

Very nice as always. A few minor points, typos I think. "by a stranger she welcomed exactly the same way.
Already as forgotten as a broken light bulb -" slither or sliver? narcissist or narcissistic?
I love it because it describes a scene and as you know I enjoy poetry which is about things and not just an expression of internal angst. I Like the way you move from her to him too.

biggles

sorry but the mental as anything song just keeps running around in my head!

thevortex

An evocative and easy to identify with poem.

testinglimits

Well done here, Danny. It did describe a scene but also from both views which gave me a complete story as I would had I been hovering over, fly on the wall sort of speak.

Enjoyed this

TL