we are no bigger than the urn we earn at the end
by Kyle Anne Kish
after gargling the sun,
i wrote an old tune
about the meeting
looking for peace
of mind in a cereal box,
but my genetically impaired
mind slipped into
a comma, making
it into a type of brain
salad with no dressing.
this is no dress rehearsal,
ya know? weve got to
clean the pollen out
of our ears and listen
intently to the beauty
among us, even though
it can often be like
a rusty nail
in an amusement park.
ping! step on it once
and the searing,
can poison us
like i.v. drip,
into our bloodstream.
step away from your egos,
please put back
that priceless plastic
prize in the cereal box
ashes to ashes
... we are all made from
measured cups of dust.
Posted on 12/08/2006
Copyright © 2021 Kyle Anne Kish
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/10/06 at 03:29 AM|
Wonderful, funny, and metaphorically incredible! I love it! Would be great to see it as POTD!
|Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/23/06 at 08:32 AM|
great topic, and like the flow between stanzas, it carried me through and i loved every bit. brilliant write. congrats on POTD. PK
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/23/06 at 01:11 PM|
Congrats on POTD! Great choice. I, too, really like the rhyme scheme and the subject matter/ou always seem to put things in a light that people can understamd! Great writte- very enjoyable read!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/23/06 at 03:30 PM|
How did I miss this! I'm glad to see it front and center.
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/24/06 at 12:31 AM|
CONGRATULATIONS on POTD! YAY, I got my wish. ;-)
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/24/06 at 01:29 AM|
I like the monchalence if the tone, considering this topic. "Gargling the sun", that's a good one, a before-breakfast activity, hee hee? And I really want to read "eggs" instead of "egos" every time--I think because of the cereal box... now what are those eggs doing in the cereal box? (giggle)... I like the tease of all this--and yet there is a serious topic, and the food imagery that goes all the way through, right down to the measured cups.
Even the pollen is food-related, only that rusty nail isn't and that is the point... both bold and silly, this is thoughtful, with fine and unusaul imagery!
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/24/06 at 01:31 AM|
Nonchalance is what I meant, and the light, zesty tone, combined with the serious message.
|Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 12/28/06 at 06:10 AM|
An excellent choice for POTD. I'm going to keep reading this one until my glasses wear out.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/30/06 at 02:52 PM|
Sorry I missed this as POTD, but glad I finally caught it on the Top 10. Great lines throughout this piece relate superbly to the title and killer (pardon the pun) closeout. All in all a worthy reminder of our frail mortality.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/10/07 at 04:33 PM|
...kyleAnne, this is dripping w/ good stuff, ideas, concepts, etc...i loved the play on words o' the title and you brought this one through quite handsomely...a good, wonderful write...like chris i missed it as POTD, my loss, eh?...peace, chaz
|Posted by Joe Khan on 06/03/10 at 11:40 AM|
i like your style.