FFF #41 Songs

For the FFF challenge this week, Cormac Brown‘ starter sentence came from The Professor:

“He walked in and slid the photograph across my desk.”

Sad Songs

He walked in and slid the photograph

across her desk

She touched it, picked it up, pressed

it to her chest, then turned and tacked it

to the wall. Her room

is paneled with dreams, not hers, someone else’s,

maybe yours, maybe mine, the thick nightmares

rolling the dice for heart thump and heavy sweat.

The dreams you don’t tell your wife, your husband

in the morning shower, you shake them

out of your head, and she stoops low, plucks them

from the wet tile, tacks them up

with staples, watches how they wave when the wind

sings through her windows.

Her head, strangely exotic,

the nose slightly upturned

imparting immediate distrust with strangers—

you know the nose can do such things.

People are wary, their insides purl

with unease, like the dream she watches on her wall,

a boy’s dream of a dog dying in the gutter,

blood jellying, and already buzzing

with first flies

he jabs it with a pipe while

a group of girls creep up, cover their mouths

walk away without sound.

The street reeks of stale beer, urine, the gaminess

of decaying flesh, but the boy doesn’t notice —

he kneels over the inept creature,

and takes a picture. There is

a semblance of awe shadowing his features

a contusion of indignation coloring his face.

Her knees are bent

under the sheets forming a parabola of cotton.

Wringing the sheet in her hands, she wonders about us

the lost, the drunks and perverts, the ones

with scars on our arms and sad songs

we refuse to write down.

Advertisements
By Chad Rohrbacher

7 comments on “FFF #41 Songs

  1. “…she wonders about us

    the lost, the drunks and perverts, the ones

    with scars on our arms and sad songs

    we refuse to write down.”

    This piece just speaks to me. I love it. Every single line!

    Doc

  2. I hardly know what to say about this, and that’s because it’s touching beyond words. This is so beautifully written and the images it creates just flood your mind and your heart. Thank you so much for sharing this piece with us, Chad.

  3. Beautiful and eloquent.

    Loved this line:”People are wary, their insides purl

    with unease, like the dream she watches on her wall,” – maybe it’s just the ‘knitter’ in me….

    (And thanks for the feed back on my FFF, btw! Am gobsmacked! 🙂 )

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s