The Hail Mary Hissy Fit

 

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Sometimes you’ve got to vent, then pray it saves your head.

Let it go!

Let it rip!

Let it ride on black while you’re blue.

If it only stopped at red.

 

Instead, my unhinged roulette spins off course into a storm,

Down a ravine I didn’t see.

No time for a Hail Mary scream.

I hit rocky road bottom without the ice cream.

 

Where do I go when I’m down this low?

Not farther south to bellwether hell.

Sitting for an eternity in the afterlife breakroom,

Filling out the same form until my fingers bleed.

 

I ‘m not a big fan of fire or brimstone,

Of charred dreams roasting on a spit.

Don’t want to linger in God’s basement

Where the ambiance trends toward grim.

 

So, I search for sky and find it,

Get a grip on the craggy mountainside.

I look up, never down at dusty footprints left behind,

While I pace myself to avoid another slide.

 

I dig in, holding onto hope on a rope, without the bar of soap.

The beat of my feet a slow steady motion.

Don’t want to peak before the peak.

Energy lost from all the bitching, at the top, I will sleep.

 

One eye open,

One eye closed,

Looking forward, looking home.

Another day,

Another load of laundry,

Hampered by the memory of dirty clothes.

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15 Comments The Hail Mary Hissy Fit

  1. ReformingGeek

    Oh dear. Thanks for reminding me my mound of madness is still upstairs waiting for me. There must be some excuse I can find.

    The dishes. Joy.

    Glad you made it out of the abyss.

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  2. Nicky

    I’ve read this at least five times now and I still don’t know what to say. I am a total idiot when it comes to poetry. I have no idea what the poem means but I like it. I liked this line: “Another load of laundry, Hampered by the memory of dirty clothes.” and loved this one: “Sitting for an eternity in the afterlife breakroom, Filling out the same form until my fingers bleed.”

    Not a very profound review, I know. Sigh. Weren’t you supposed to write porn or something?

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    1. Lauren

      Thanks Nicky. I don’t understand poetry either. All I know. Writing this made me feel better because I had an awful week. It was either write something or drink a case of wine…I think I made the wrong decision.

      I’m seriously considering writing porn. It pays well.

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  3. injaynesworld

    I’m sorry you had such a hellish week, but how wonderful to be able to exorcise it in such a creative manner. I could feel imaginary dishes smashing against walls in this piece or perhaps against the heads of the offending individuals. Like Nicky, I have little understanding of poetry, but I do understand feeling and this resonates with a shitload. I especially enjoyed this part:

    Instead, my unhinged roulette spins off course into a storm,
    Down a ravine I didn’t see.
    No time for a Hail Mary scream.
    I hit rocky road bottom without the ice cream.

    What great rap lyrics! You’ve released your inner Eminem!

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    1. Lauren

      Thanks!!!! The roulette wheel symbolizes the uncertainty of life and then getting caught in a storm and things head downhill. Instead of whining about being tossed to the bottom and letting the bad stuff get the best of me, I climb out of the rut back to a routine day.

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  4. June O'Hara

    I’m not good with poetry in general, but the feeling really came through on this. I’m with Jayne, you’re the next Eminem. (I know you like him, too.)

    I hope this week turns out to be better than last.

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  5. Lisa

    I love how you let it all out Lauren with this one. Very clever. Laundry – it’s always there no matter how often we do it. I hope this week is much better to you 🙂

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  6. Rum Punch Drunk

    Well, I’m ‘no fan of fire and brimstone’ either, the thought of it makes me behave very well indeed. Just one tip on how to get through the laundry days:
    1. Pour yourself a huge glass of chilled wine
    2. Put on loud music and dance the time away, as you sort and deal with the clothes. Give laundry days a new meaning, ha ha ha

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