Cannibal Diner

I find feral smiles intriguing,

especially the bits and pieces

of meat left sticking between the teeth.

You’ve dribbled a bit.

It’s just a rusty dot

on the front of your shirt

matching a blob

on your napkin.

I’m not the first to watch you eat.

Though I’m certain

I’m one of the few that observe.

Observation leads to fascination.

That’s where many get into trouble.

Fascination may lead to

softening the harsh lines

so clearly delineated by napkin stains,

perhaps even make

one want to trust.

I see where trust would get me.

It’s right there between your teeth.

I intend to be the only one leaving this table.

And I have plenty of floss in my purse

for afterwards.

Song Choice: Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar.

This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Carpe Jugulum

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

It Depends

So much depends upon

the ability to screw up royally,

magnificently,

epically,

to lose the fight

which should have easily been won,

to rob Muddville of its joy.

So when you look at your kids

with their scuffed knees,

crossed arms,

and their insistence

that it’s just too much,

you can stand up on sore legs,

and a crooked smile. 

You can honestly say,

“Ouch.”

Then say,

“Next.” 

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Song Choice: Move Along by All American Rejects

This poem is inspired by the prompt given at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Red Wheelbarrow Challenge. 

Also By Request

A couple of days ago I posted my recording of a poem based on which one had received the most votes by you lovely folks. While My Parent's One Moment of Whimsy was the clear winner, Faerie Song inspired such a passionate response, I felt as long as I had my microphone out, I ought to record it too. So here it is:

Faerie Song

By Rommy Cortez-Driks