I read a book on spiritual discipline
sitting in the cigar store
but I didn’t inhale.
Going home the pleasing aroma
was a whiff of tomorrow’s day-old
sacrificial stench. I showered,
practiced a song about
relationships that need to end,
proud of hitting the right strings,
realizing I’d need to practice scales
to pull this off. I listened
as the smell started sweating back
through my pores. I slept,
and my headache and
the taste of my own throat
was better in the morning.
Three minutes before the alarm
I woke: I’d dreamed God was telling me
you’ve got to fight the devil
I woke up again to Amy Grant
singing mint-sugar cliches.
Inspired by a dverse prompt on idiom.
Written back in 2013, set private for some reason; figured I’d move it to the top.
practiced a song about relationships that need to end…ha…that jumped out at me…and the stench of yesterdays sacrifice…and amy grants mint cliches…ha…make me smile…fun
It’s always hard to end a relationsship … (never done it thankfully)… Loved the take … and the idioms .. and the end… nothing happensl.
Clever and quirky. Some very funny lines!
…relationships doesn’t end… it only parts… bitter-sweet take… smiles… thank you..
Thanks for the comments!