Don’t Be Casual With Your Life
A Poetry Salvage Extreme
Their walks, their talks, That shit grows on stalks. They sprout trivial, mundane, Keeping shit on the brain, Not subtle, more like a hammer, Well, what do you expect, damn her! The clues she ensues ain’t nothin’ but the blues But you keep the beat, Keep it level on the street While ideas, like waves of tears Come crashing around your ears, As lightning, blitzes, flashing, Major brainwaves, neurons bashing Against the threat disaster poses, Right in front of all their noses.
There’s no God.
Because the concept is outdated, Seeing miracles, overrated. It is logic, formed in code, Someone’s hit the motherlode! Pissed and angry people rally, Seething, raging, takin’ a tally, Taking stock, seeing fury. Is it murder? You the jury? Don’t be casual with your life, It should be sacred, not in strife. We’re not broken, just if flux, Not disposed, we give two fucks, Or maybe five, or even ten, We’re not going through this again! This is our bread and butter, No more heartache, no one to suffer. We got this. We can do it. Hot shoe shuffle, tools to screw it, To the sticking place, our courage, Let it go, the decades-long worries. We’ve learnt to crawl, then walk then run, Now it’s time we had some fun.
Like a wave, words flow over me. I drink them in, splutter a little, and out they come again. Stanzas, with PS words floating like little corks on the surface. Do I have a sinker? An anchor? Will that keep me from drifting? Or will I float, flotsam, jetsam, on the boiling ocean waves? Perhaps I will crawl to land. Coughing, spitting, salty sea words on my tongue. Hard grains of sand, embedded in my knees. No soft landing. Grazed skin burns from salty sea-caresses. The rough and tumble of creating.
~thanks for reading~
Poetry Salvage EXTREME!
Challenge: Use as many of these words as you can in a poem.
trivial/talks/crawl/walks/lightning/flashing/ideas/ crashing/ subtle/ clues/ major/disaster/ threat/ poses/ God/ seeing /logic / pissed / people / seething/ murder /casual /life / sacred /broken /bread /disposed.
Thanks, once again, to the wonderfully creative Xavier Van Holde who keeps providing creative inspiration to this (sometimes) very tired poet. I cannot tell you how many times in the past few weeks the Poetry Salvage has dragged me out of myself to create ❤
Lisa creates salty-sea poetry, languid lyrics, nurturing, natural, nuanced poems, and a whole lot of nourishing nibbles in her home in Finland. If you’d like to keep in touch, she writes Nordic Notes. It’s infrequent but informative.