3/22/11

Forgetting With Mel
By FearnHouse


Frost-glazed blades reflect moonlight

into the pupils of a ring-eyed rodent,

as he scurries across the lawn

to do some scavenging in the garbage bins

residing on the driveway side of a

faded blue house. He quickly spots a

path to the garbage, as he scales boxes

meant for the recycling plant and hops on top

of a supersaturated tower of waste

His footing: an unstable package of mason jars;

this unfortunate misstep sent the bag

cascading over, emitting a silence-

shattering ‘clang’, as the mason jars

are bitch-slapped by gravity



The sudden dissonance floats in by means

of an open window, into my somnolent ears,

jerking my mind out of its ‘reckoning’ state—

saved only for my most troubled of thoughts,

the most dire of situations

My eyes scan across the room for the window

but due to my inebriation, the ruckus that damn

raccoon caused was farther from my thoughts than

John Force from the starting line

four seconds after the green…

For William Wallace had already vacuumed my attention, as

my eyes roll to the vintage Magnavox, and then

to the half-empty glass of Jameson & Coke on the table…

And just like that, the Hoover Dam explodes,

or so one would think,

as my mind becomes flooded with thoughts…

Thoughts which caused this Midnight Drinking Escapade



William’s life mirroring mine at the moment…

not the death of a lover, no…

but the death of a relationship nonetheless

The horizon of the future is blurred by

pondwater, murky, filled with uncertainty

Foolishly wanting to regress, knowing that it’s not

possible, yet still desiring the grail that’s set

just out of arms reach. Jumbled, my mind

tries to devise a path for my feet

to travel, now that the original has been shattered,

just like the jars intended for the recycling plant…

A silent gust of wind drifts in through the window

as I proceed with my original plan for this evening:

picking up my James ‘n Coke;

trying to forget about my pain-producing problems

and watch those of somebody else


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I am 20 years old and am attending Harper College, working towards a degree in Mathematics Education. Writing is something that I enjoy and keeps me sane, and if my work can help me get by, hopefully it can help someone else, too.