by Andrea Colton

We played tag and
he blamed me it.
Well, what was he
compared to tile and grout,
ceramic and chrome?
He boiled me empty
I, giggling
stole the step in his run
used it to trace
the residue from
something that once was
and yet
never quite
anything at all.
I never was one to
on an empty case of
Him Vs. I...
but only filled it up
until it overflowed.
Maybe I should
have taken his lead.
Boiled it down
like he
boiled down me...
So, anonymous,
I think the joke's on us.
Do you think if I
painted the world white
it would cease to be?
Maybe I'll try it on.
Or maybe
it'll try it on me...
In any case, humph.
Humph a thousand times over.


Posted on 08/08/2010
Copyright © 2019 Andrea Colton

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Paganini Jones on 08/09/10 at 12:41 AM

I liked this poem when I read it as your application piece, and reading it now the last 8 lines move me and make me chuckle in equal measure. Welcome to Pathetic :)

Posted by George Hoerner on 08/09/10 at 11:55 PM

I also welcome you pathetic. A well known artist did a white canvas that hangs somewhere today in a museum or collector's home. It might be nice to waken each morning and be able to start our psyche all new and open to life but I suspect most of us would have no idea which way to turn.

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