Sunday, November 10, 2013

Dinner And Drowning

Art by Mike Worrall

Water
rises till the finer things float.
I'm dressed for dinner and drowning.
Rises like bile in my overfed throat.
I'm dressed for funerals and flight.

Thighs
thrash in rain wrecked chiffon,
and heels staccato the landing -
lending pulse to the water's hypoxic hum.
I'm dressed for my last breath tonight.

For Grace's challenge at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poet's United.

28 comments:

Fireblossom said...

...and the body count at Another Damn Poetry Blog keeps rising!

Any poem that uses "hypoxic" is to be hailed.

Brian Miller said...

if you are going to go out,
might as well go out in style.

Kathryn said...

Wow, loving that last stanza.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm dressed for dinner and drowning.

God, that is all too recognizable a time. Brilliant piece, MZ.

Mary said...

Indeed, why not wear one's finest?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers! Stellar!

Björn said...

Oh this was a dark piece.. love the two stanzas contrasting...

hedgewitch said...

Excellent mix of the frenetic and the formal, and as always,all built sparingly around a killer concept that kicks out like a mule in that last line.

Susan said...

Besides being brilliantly surreal--a Titanic on land with music playing--this feels prophetic. Polar bears and micro-organisms, dressed to kill, scrambling for viable oxygen (I looked up hypoxic--love that alliteration). And how shocking the staccato sentences, worthy of absurdist playwrights like Albee, Becket, Ionesco. I'm recoiling, impressed.

Heaven said...

Terrific writing MZ ~ Dressed in style even for funerals & flight ~

Thanks for participating in Sunday's Challenge ~

Happy week ahead ~

Robert Bourne said...

a marvelous surreal poem...I too loved the use of hypoxic... well done...

Other Mary said...

Brilliant. That's all.

Hannah said...

Perfection, MZ, truly enjoyed your words here!!

awakenedwords said...

how, indeed, would we dress, if we knew the time was tonight

Sioux said...

I love the last line especially...

I hope I don't take MY last breath tonight. I'm looking mighty sloppy...

Susie Clevenger said...

I'm dressed for my last breath tonight...If so, I am going out in pajamas...love the poem!!

Sumana Roy said...

the same surreal atmosphere of the painting finds a cosy nook in your lines....die in style......oh brilliant...

Vandana Sharma said...

The concluding lines..............awesome

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Brilliantly conceived and executed. What's scary is I think I've been there.

Lorraine said...

Drowning in chiffon sounds horrible and staccato for once is totally useless, I analyze, but I don't really...I just love 'I'm dressed for my last breath tonight'

blueoran said...

Nothing like a black party dress to go with extinction's rising flood. The going -- and the verses -- are impeccable. - Brendan

Marian said...

yes, bonus points for hypoxic!

Ella said...

I too love hypoxic!
The last line is killer~
Well done

Laura said...

powerful!!!

Margaret said...

a dark beauty.

my heart's love songs said...

"I'm dressed for my last breath tonight."

KILLER ending! love your take on the image, MZ!


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grapeling said...

reading you is like taking a hit of straight oxygen, MZ - a jolt, feeling buzzed but clear-headed at the same time - every time. ~

C.C. said...

I really enjoyed reading this. The words are rich, the imagery even richer. Great job :-)