Today I breathed fire.
Inhaled enough oxygen to fill the tank
my grandfather wears golfing, let it
simmer in my stomach
with churning undigested anger; then
vomited out flames
like Trogdor, like my words
were a volcano of truth
burning everything and everyone in
their path, even
searing my lips raw.
But the wind, clever thief
that it is, snatched up these flickers
of fireborn words in its
pickpocket fingers and carried them
away.
Nobody could hear what I had roared; all
they could see was the wisp of
smoke trailing
from my singed mouth.
August 12, 2009 at 6:27 am
Were you at a town hall meeting? Just kidding. Worse joke ever. Again, I love the imagery!
August 13, 2009 at 10:50 am
Great depiction of anger. Trogdor! Love it. Thanks for sharing.
August 15, 2009 at 12:37 am
Thanks for the comments! I’ve been playing Trogdor and various AdultSwim games lately…
October 16, 2009 at 12:54 am
‘a 1,000 voices’ led me here… and i am grateful for the tip-off – love the imagery of smoke trailing from singed lips.