Today's prompt. I wasn't feeling a villanelle this early in the morning, but here's something. Today's poem is from R.L. Swihart. For this poem I took lyrics from PremRock and billy woods excellent new song "Receipts" and from The Hotelier "Dendron".
the universe repeats itself
slurring its words, getting louder with each word,
each misunderstanding. flustered, stern and reddened
face. it's a late lunch in a run down applebees. a wednesday
the universe was insistent that this place did good mojitos.
"tell me again, that it's all in my head."
i say nothing.
"i know you know exactly what i mean."
"i know you know exactly what i mean"
the universe repeats itself. everyone is turned around, staring.
i want to point this out. it barrels forward with explanations
"i know you know exactly what i mean"
tell me again. i am still dog paddling, fighting against
the wake and pull of what the universe is struggling to share.
i nod to the waitress, hoping she understands this to mean
bring the check...now. perhaps she is scared of the universe.
perhaps she knows it knows she knows exactly what it means.
perhaps she is uniquely aware of whatever hell it is trying to
conjure in front of our small mountain of napkins meeting
boneless buffalo wings. wish i was home.
"tell me again" it says. i can't speak, it's all in my head.
the universe repeats itself. we are both its audience. the
industrial microwave hums its song of plenty. making
food for the rest of us sinners, just trying to get a bargain.
i know you know exactly what i mean.
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