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Beep, the microwave sings
An electronic message scrolls by,
YOUR
FOOD
IS
DONE
But he can't retrieve it.
He is powerless
to stop the insistent chime.
YOUR
FOOD
IS
DONE
His meal goes cold
and slowly bad,
his finished food rotting
just like his body.
Blind to the blaring television,
deaf to the droning flies,
he is sealed in his vault while the sun sets and rises
on this gruesome tableau
of a domestic ideal gone sour.
Through the hours, days,
this hideous simplicity
of a one-man show
is haunted every minute
by the reminder of what was once awaited.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
An electronic message scrolls by,
YOUR
FOOD
IS
DONE
But he can't retrieve it.
He is powerless
to stop the insistent chime.
YOUR
FOOD
IS
DONE
His meal goes cold
and slowly bad,
his finished food rotting
just like his body.
Blind to the blaring television,
deaf to the droning flies,
he is sealed in his vault while the sun sets and rises
on this gruesome tableau
of a domestic ideal gone sour.
Through the hours, days,
this hideous simplicity
of a one-man show
is haunted every minute
by the reminder of what was once awaited.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Written 6/20/12. I haven't submitted in a long time, but I'm actually very happy right now, despite the tone of this piece.
© 2012 - 2024 kmgreen5
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I like. Interesting and different from what you usually do. Don't feel like a poser.