Friday, August 1, 2008

Spike Heel

and my five inch spike heel
into his groin
at first I saw a flash of surprise
then pain
and more pain as he doubled over
i smiled and said
life is short
get over it
and walked out
slamming the door behind me.


I have a confession to make. I write angry poems. Whenever I get really angry at someone, but I can’t really do anything about it, I slam them with poetry. I ram my five inch spike heel into them, I pour coffee on them. I do all kinds of deliciously wicked things to them. It is simply fabulous!

Don’t get me wrong. I am not a violent person. I’ve never really done anything violent in my life. These are just my fantasies that I conjure up into a poem. And the people I write about deserve this. These are people who know how to sexually harass women at work but know how not to get caught. Because there are no witnesses. They know how to play with HR. You are helpless. No one would believe you. Not even your close friends.

It helps me deal with them. For some reason or the other, I can’t really confront them about the issues. So I fantasize about them. The poems are cheesy, corny and utterly void of any literary value. In fact, they take up literary space. But I cling to them. They are my emotional crutches.

I use my muse to vent out. It is cathartic.

Be careful how you treat people. You never know which one is a closet writer. And who will write a tell all novel featuring you.


mrsbear0309 said...

That's actually a pretty cool way to vent. Work it out as best you can. I don't work outside the home anymore, but I know what you mean. Drive in those literary 5 inch heels for all of us. ;-)

"MoodyBlue" Jodi said...

You are so right. There are a few people on my "S" list. Remember in a previous comment I am beginning to write a novel again. I am trying to think of a way to incorporate them into it.


Coffee Slut said...

LOVE the shoes ...and the poetry! Congrats on making it through August! Hope you're having a great weekend!