Popcorn Time

I'll throw some words on a stove
they'll expand and burst from their kernels,
puffing up all over the pan.
I'll force you chew the crunchy frivolity
and gnaw at the asinine cob.
There's a voice in my headbrittle
like unpopped kernels, waiting to explode
into butterfly/mushroom flakes.
Soft, tender, mushy wordsyou can munch on
and forget what you are eating.
Towards the end you'll stare at the popcorn bag,
wondering what was really inside.
You'll tear it in a frenzy of rage
the confetti will slowly fall on my face.


Poetry by Yayāti
Read 401 times
Written on 2019-06-13 at 13:02

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text

Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
Your metaphorical use and execution of "words" for popcorn are both novel and unexpected, but well-received and (thoroughly) enjoyed (by me). And, by the way, welcome to PoetBay, THB! (We're delighted to have you.).


Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Ooh yes, welcome to PoetBay :>)

Members of Coo & Co also enjoyed reading this poem. finding it very accomplished in terms of overall presentation, mood, and imagery. There are many compelling moments, and among our favourites is the brittle voice 'like unpopped kernels'. Our congrats on a tasty debut :>)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this work very much. Welcome to poetbay - The Himalayan Bard
Ken (D Williams)