Saturday, August 27, 2011

Peace By The Slice

When meditation failed,
I ordered pizza.
Unlike enlightenment,
it arrived in thirty minutes or less
(greasy as a Texas politician, but still hot,
so I double tipped),
and with half a bottle of passable wine and a paper plate
balanced atop the pizza box,
I made the pilgrimage to the living room
to reverently place my offering and myself
before my third eye.

A click brought me the world.

On CNN, an insurance agent struggles to remain upright in pounding surf
while he explains the delicious fine print
that will fuck policy holders
out of reimbursement for hurricane damage.

On channel 4, a voice over urges me
to ask my doctor if the latest antidepressant is right for me,
the screen filled with the image
of a woman weeping over her infant,
a heart monitor standing silent by the hospital crib.

On Channel 29, the Rams are playing,
and though the sound of swearing and shattering bones
drowns out the play by play,
I happily settle in for the evening
to enjoy a bit of circus with my bread.

There's only so much truth a girl can handle on a Thursday night.

For the Third Eye prompt at dVerse.

34 comments:

Anonymous said...

Now this is my kind of poetry. :) I love your clever title and got a good laugh over your opening. This is probably my favorite sentence: "I made the pilgrimage to the living room to reverently place my offering and myself before my third eye."

~safehousepoetry.wordpress.com

Heaven said...

Your first lines got my attention. Pizza enlightened, those news of everyday problems and events confound our "third eye".

Policyholders is one word (I work in the insurance field.)

Your post is a reality check. And I will have a pizza too, thank you.

oceangirl said...

I enjoyed your take, very clever and funny.

hedgewitch said...

This is too painful to be funny, yet it is, and that makes it work all the better. Black humor, original crust, hold the anchovies, please. TV is a terrible terrible thing, unlike this poem, which is pretty damn good.

Glynn said...

You must live at my house -- or we watch the same things on TV. And what's on television (and brought by the delivery guy) is our version of bread and circuses. Good poem.

David Allen Waters said...

OH I LOVE THIS! I think my fav read of tonight :)

Laurie Kolp said...

Your words paint a believable picture in my mind, and although it's the sad truth, you've splashed it with humor. I especially like the first stanza.

Brian Miller said...

ha. mind sharing a slice...

oy, i need my third eye to take me away...and if the steelers were actually televised in my area, that might be alright as well...

Evelyn said...

I'm so fascinated by your style...

Beachanny said...

The pain of what we're given to see on "the third eye" is sinking us all the muck and swirling seas". I have it turned off and pick & choose my news now. .. and my entertainment which is often here reading wonderful works such as these. Great job!

JANU said...

This is funny.....

Claudia said...

i just LOVE this...the pizza greasy as a politician..the down to earth...when all else fails..pizza will do...ha...then channel 4 brought me close to tears and a kick ass closure...enjoyed it a lot

Sally J said...

brilliant - down to earth but still sensitive to the world's ambiguities. Love it

Brendan said...

When the real leaves you homeless, there's always the third eye's manner of making a homestead in the middle of the mess. Of making an order out of the mess. While the pizza's still warm. Fine write - Brendan

Fireblossom said...

"Unlike enlightenment,
it arrived in thirty minutes or less"

Which is one reason why pizza will always be more popular then meditation.

ayala said...

Pizza is good medicine to any lousy night :)

haikulovesongs said...

i agree with others that you came up with a brilliant title and that one of the best lines is:

"Unlike enlightenment,
it arrived in thirty minutes or less"

i really identified with this piece ~ if the news is on the sound gets muted. my heart has reached its limit for the sorrow in the world.

this was incredibly original and packed with more than a pizza's worth of smart, relevant poetry with enough humor to wash it down.

great one, Mama Zen! ♥

Tara R. said...

Sounds like my own altar on any given Saturday night.

chromapoesy.com said...

Dark and delicious, pizza with jalapenos (for kick), onions (to remind us of the body odor emanating from the TV), and mushrooms (to bring us down to earth). I loved it!

Kerry O'Connor said...

After those 4 opening lines... all I can say is humdinger of a satirical piece! Your wit is razor sharp. I loved it.

signed...bkm said...

Amazing write..Mama.I would tune into the Thursday night football myself..good choice..do not have time to be depressed or stand the taste of greasy politicians...bkm

brenda w said...

No doubt, Mama Zen, no doubt. We do pizza and showtime boxing on Saturdays. lol

Mark Kerstetter said...

Those first four lines are awesome. Lord, what a joke this world is. If it weren't for things like pizza and passable wine....I hate to think.

I love this poem.

Arron Shilling said...

very cool - great fun - and a bloody good read - nice job mama

libithina said...

adored this *smiles* right from when the pizza was delivered and placed down before yur thrid eye :)
~ yeah agree there's only so much a girl can take ~ have a great week ~ thanks for sharing a slice ~ Lib xx

Sharon Rose said...

Great write and so urban real modern.
Life is.....sometimes the only thing
that works is time.... passing.
Completely creative!

Cheryl said...

Personally I choose reruns of mysteries. Great piece.

unsungpoet said...

Straight-shooting and humorous!

unsungpoet said...

Straight-shooting and humorous!

unsungpoet said...

Straight-shooting and humorous!

Belinda said...

Girrrl, tell me about it! I've been struggling with all the ugly truth flooding my periphery. And I don't even watch TV anymore! Damn all these electronic devices that deliver the so-called news.

Thanks for expressing my feelings here through your excellent poem.

Natasha said...

I personally do my best to avoid ANY truth on a Thursday night...and if I'm being honest, I prefer my politicians hot and my pizza greasy! Thought this wonderful! Seriously! Smirking...and longing for Thirsty Thursday! :)

PattiKen said...

This is wonderful. Poetry should reach in and touch us in some place we all share, but so much of what I read just can't find that spot in me. This zoomed right in, found my psychic couch, flopped down, and put its feet up on the coffee table.

Besides... meditation, pizza. Same thing.

haikulovesongs said...

this is my favorite of all of the poems i've read for the third eye prompt! and there are some great ones.

HA! TV as your third eye! love it!
d ♥