Friday, April 5, 2013

You And I

We're green, you and I.
You recycle your bullshit;
I save energy
by not listening.

We're those stray bits of eggshell,
you and I; too small
to catch, but enough
to add a teeth jarring crunch
to a cheese omelette.

We're a love story,
you and I, and so lucky
the monkeys could type.

A bit of irony for dVerse

22 comments:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

You pick the perfect images / phrases to say it completely and quickly. Thanks.

Claudia said...

i save energy by not listening...smiles...love the whole stray eggshell stanza....cool piece mz

Sylvia K said...

I love it!!

Victoria said...

I do love this one! Good play on words and concepts. And irony.

Brian Miller said...

ha...dang monkeys typing our love story...the eggshells in the omelet...you got a nice physical reaction from me on that....

razzamadazzle said...

I love this. That eggshell in the omelet is so real life!

hedgewitch said...

No one can go from laughter to tears as suddenly and effectively and in such a snap as you, MZ. This one is less like an eggshell and more like a bone caught in the craw.

rumoursofrhyme said...

Loved the first stanza - and kept on loving this all the way through. Very sharp writing.

izzy said...

Very nice! love the eggshell bit!
thanks for visiting!

Fireblossom said...

I like the "green" opening stanza the best.

Gail said...

I love it! Brilliant, moving, true.

aka_andrea said...

Love the sarcasm in this!

zongrik said...

sometimes that's all a relationship seems like it's about recycling bullshit

First Rose

rowantaw.com said...

Loved the expressions you've used, and my teeth are still on edge from the egg shell.

Sabio Lantz said...

The rhythm of your writing is fantastic -- it usually carries me through. Not sure if it is intentional and crafted or incidental and natural but it 'tis enjoyable.

"Recycled bullshit" is interesting -- most of the stories we tell are contrived for effect, consciously or not, and when people meet each other new ('green') they often reflexively start spouting their scripts that have worked before -- they don't really encounter each other. Ignoring that is one technique, challenging it is another or changing the game completely is a third. I could see you doing the later.

Being a bird-lover, seeing shells in your omelete made that more meaningful

The first two stanzas gave me a feel to a relationship that was less than ideal, but the last was a bit puzzling. Was your intent to say something like: "our story is so generic, a monkey could type it?" OR ???
[following comments now] -- oopps, I just noted you don't allow following -- oh well.

Sabio Lantz said...

ahh, sorry, there, I found the follow button

Old Ollie said...

legit lol from me (as the kids say) clever!

Mary said...

I love the image of the stray bits of eggshells in the omelette. Smiles.

happygirl said...

You captured the irony of sustainability. :)

mindlovemisery said...

This poem has teeth. I really love your writing style!

Julia Chiang said...

so real. love the first stanza and the teeth crunch on the eggshells....just great.

manicddaily said...

fabulous. so so clever.