SUCH FLAMBE FROM THEIR EGO TRUMPET – poetry compt. 2016
Our competition has finished for this year, but there are still poems we haven’t published so we begin again…!
such flambe from their ego trumpet
demanding classier victims
a sick banquet with icing
canned applause trickling sides
audience carried with them like takeaway coffee
a truckload of dense heat
boiling toffee eyes
as if sugar could kill vampires
their murderous dishes
cooked like methamphetamine for stupidity
slugs of lazy hatred their lap dogs
how do they appear attractive at first like a prize?
do I relive a drastic childhood and try to improve it?
re-doing floral arrangements with nothing to add
then walking into walls of each other and apologising
what motivates anyone to dress up that bait?
me lost in workmanship then stepping back to realise
nobody who loves me sets out to ruin for fun
some people empty like drum kits without a musician
horrible toys set up inside the fridge – a flatmate’s joke
or a lost child hiding under any bed from a beating
but remember the song you loved and how it took you
knowing every word even when your head clanged
lucky someone out there did say to ring any time
the call and feeling too small for such a huge message
© Raewyn Alexander