Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

Suicide Salads

Suicide Salads

I walk along the river banks
Whether is the raven’s moon
Or the midnight sun
Doesn’t change the dimensions
That here I walk alone

When I walk past the store
For Louane cher I open the door
Her smile is enticing, so sweet
My suicide will be the later treat

They will look inside my fridge
Lettuce and dressings
Encumbered by cucumbers both fresh and raw
The salad will proclaim life is tall

I went to the club, an all night affair
Danced with all the suicide dolls
They moved their feet, and seductive hips swagged
Sadly who cares my life is a drag

Secrets and salads
Suicide with a fine oiled dressing
Guess I shall miss the next wedding
When you all stare at my recent beheading

Head of lettuce
Death in a salad bowel
This world is a rabbit hole
Riddles and fiddles

Be this the death of me
I am the salad long set free





Notes: For some the world is a world of hope
Others a world of despair
These two abstract concepts always in battle
New and old
Happy and sad
Good and bad
The sadness creeps in
Youth brings back the smiles
Age the cry for peace
Even when this means
Taking ones last breath

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Casarah Nance October 12, 2016 at 9:39 PM I missed a lot of your writes, sadly, but pleased to read this intriguing one tonight. this is what I love about your writes, the twisted conflicts of reality. Very inspiring and haunting. hugs.x Arthur Vaso November 5, 2016 at 11:14 PM I am working on a new invention to have my writes surgically implanted in readers brains!!!

Viv Wigley September 7, 2016 at 12:20 AM So much going on, a well thought out write, Arthur, much enjoyed. Regards, Viv Arthur Vaso November 5, 2016 at 11:13 PM Thanks Viv

Tim Smith September 6, 2016 at 10:41 AM I do love the video of the children's song. Well if Louane came to the door a much larger feast than salad would be had. Lovely poem. Arthur Vaso November 5, 2016 at 11:12 PM LOL I second that!

Paul Callus September 6, 2016 at 10:19 AM Applause for creativity, Arthur. Enjoyed both the poem and video...and the footnotes. Like most opposites, life and death go hand in hand! ~ Regards // paul Arthur Vaso November 5, 2016 at 10:54 PM Thank you so much Paul!