This is a free form poem I wrote because I was inspired by how my checkered black and white skinny jeans occasionally give people headaches. (For your information, it has a specific rhythm and sounds best if you read it fastly -that’s a word, you know- which is indicated subtley by the lack of punctuation)
Black
I am sittingsittingsitting
In a dark dark room on a dark dark chair with a black checkered cloth
Oh! Terrible cloth!
It is spatteredspatteredspattered with blood-red blood
And it stares and it glares and it tears my brain
Making my mind go to pieces as it so blankly stares
But I can’t no I can’t NO I CAN’T! Just leave
For there’s a camera watching me and I can’t breathe
And it glares and it stares it records my every move
And the room’s pitch black and I’m all alone
Except for that camera and that tablecloth
They are staring they are glaring and they won’t look away
As I’m gritting my teeth and stabbing my broken fingernails
Into my palms
And the bloodthebloodtheblood
It drip-drips down
Flowing out of my cuts like little red fountains
Running down my hands to that horrendous cloth
Where it soaks into the black and white squares
While the redred recording light
Reflects off of the liquid
As it blinks it stares and it staresstaresstares
I am breathingbreathing fasterfasterfaster than before
And I’m shaking and I’m shaking and I’m gritting my teeth
While the blood runs ever-red down my pale pale palms
I can’t breathe and I swear
That the walls are closing in
And the air is getting thicker
And that accursed cursed tablecloth!
It stares ever more!
How I wish for my demise!
It is coming ever faster
As that despised glaring cloth
And that cold staring camera
Relentlessly torture my soul!
Which is fading
Fadingfading from the world
They are sucking it out
Slurping every last drop
Until my body goes limp
Just an empty shell
And my eyes roll back
As the world fades
Black.
I like the shape a lot. I’ll bet it sounds really cool when you read it outloud!