Those little soaps and the massaging fingers that shook the lumpy bed for a quarter. The motels at the side of the road that always had one or two letters not lit because the neon buzzed all night. We were young, idealistic, and thought our words would take us down the road....yup, those were the days. Lydi**
a lonely sad write j, filled with regrets, i like the imagery the goals set, the soap in mouth (i remember i got for fibbing lol, twas a habit breaker), but to be used to encourage is sad maybe painful, and then the finale, alone empty of inspiration hence the signs of vacancy has two sides, a room for new ideas to fill or think an empty mind to forget.
The break in this piece seems to indicate the passing of time and suddenly like the director anticipated we are watching the writer sitting at his desk with the rumble of that passing truck telling us this is here and now. Always such depth and often tinges of reflected regret Jacob.
Although, Jacob, you may have meant this piece seriously, it does qualify as excellent dark humor. Perhaps, dark humor is always humor meant seriously.
"Mom use to use (little soaps) to wash our mouths out when we used cliches." Wonderful!
If practiced, today, the millions of foamy mouths would resemble universal rabies.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
almost always i insert some humor, dark or otherwise, in my pieces...and i appreciate your words, Ji.. read morealmost always i insert some humor, dark or otherwise, in my pieces...and i appreciate your words, Jimmy.
thank you
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..