Playing Ketchup (National Poetry Writing Month #5)   1 comment

I started by throwing it on the floor.
It made a cool sound, but not anymore.
So I slapped my hands down on the gooey pile.
Shards of glass aside, it wasn’t my style.

I grabbed another bottle; blew over the top.
I made a quick song but I just didn’t “pop”.
So I picked up some drumsticks and tapped out a beat.
It made a nice sound, but it wasn’t complete.

So I grabbed my guitar, and used the bottle as a slide.
But I couldn’t hear much because of what was inside.
I’ve been trying to understand, but I just give up.
I just don’t understand why people play ketchup.

-Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/06/2016 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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One response to “Playing Ketchup (National Poetry Writing Month #5)

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  1. Snaps Snaps And Toe Taps. Pure condiment, buddy, pure condiment.



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