Poetry ~ Laying on Cotton and Foam

Picture for the poem Laying on Cotton and Foam

by Omega Maverick on 2014/05/15

Contemplating, resting spot.
Pillow made of Gouda…

Seams to rip spaghetti strings from my cranium.
Since I felt everything, I told them.

Awash with cookies and empty containers of crème.
Diamond glass heart of cheese.

Centered, I used to feel mozzarella.
Sadly, those days left when she did.

Easily broken peace; lost & grating
Marble and Gorgonzola, sliced with care.

String broke again weakness of green.
Without climate control.
These actions, These feelings.


So I tore off before you could retrieve me.
Too close, I ran from mighty cheese.

Fermenting without purpose in unknown cave.

What will I become? Will I be gruyère or the grave?
Maybe just rind, garbage.
Nothing to be save.

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