Mondays Make Me Feel Like a Pinata Sometimes

This is one of my favorite poems I’ve written. One of the poems it makes me happy to have written. It’s hard to say that about all of one’s creations. Who knows why some creative efforts just sort of come off the assembly line irregular or incomplete or just slightly off. That’s why we keep writing though, right? This is from my third book Flesh Wounds. 

Pinata

You were our first lesson
In rage and greed-
Possibly love.
Our smiling guardian
Put the stick
In our small hands,
Blindfolded us
And whispered that
Unspeakable treasures
Awaited us when we
Destroyed you.
Spun around and
Drunken with images
Of unimaginable trinkets
We became whirling dervishes
Of lust and anger,
Whacking and thumping away
At your broken smile
Way past nap time,
Until frustrated with
Our lack of killer instinct,
Our teacher sawed you
In half, spilling
Far less enticing bounty
Than we had dreamed of.

Some rushed forward and
Grabbed and devoured,
Others stood back and
Cried over the carnage.

Either way we all learned
Who we would be that day.

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About Zombie Logic

I am an Outsider Poet and the Publisher of Zombie Logic Press.
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