Poets logo

A Cold Dish

Served

By Dean GouletPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

I Fell from the Heights, Too High

I, cringe tuck my Chin cuz that dogs bark is worse than when she Bites

no Scars, just Mass Appeal wishing for Likes...

can’t Be about Much but the Back Bites n’ so the Story Goes

Look up, Look Down remind yourself to watch my every Step... Left

Right, Left, could you ever think to know what’s Best is a Good Fight

Prescribed by the Doctor, the one that separates day, from night, and I gotta say... don’t Cry for me when you See Blazing Light

Fired from Life...

Uncanny but I Breathe in, Believe in... my Expose is a kite

cut the cord and See a shadow that doubts your type, So Be, say Be

cuz I don’t wanna Be, come and shatter what you’ve Left of my psych...

have it, call it what you want cuz you’re nothing but a savage, like kids looking to patch but only with the cabbage... a vegetated state

too much exposed to Be sure.... fake

How to Be? My Darkest Lesson, but let’s See, whos Been Testing?

You know? I bet you Go, hard for the Champions, oh ye of little Faith

do you RememBer the Trampling? Or was it Tramping? The Stampede Days of Left Etown Dazed... n‘ Confused about whats the Difference Between Up, and Down but a contract you’d like to see set Ablaze, Enjoy the Abuse, cuz you swapped here n’ now forever a Rolling Stone, tossed first cuz you don’t have nerves to Face a Bee, or an Ant, cuz I Be what you never can’t and won’t, Be... Flick a flea, Amazed. In motion cuz I’m the one who is the cause of all the commotion, a notion... could it Be that never was, no, cuz you drew first Blood, and I mean to See, the Means, Weighed out on the Scale Lady Justice holds to set me Free. A Cold Dish, I’ve never Wished, Death upon a Joke but I Laugh Now, and Cry Later when I’m thru with every word you ever spoke. They Say, the Ocean is Knowledge, I say the Puddle you Smoke is a token of Your Balls and I Pledge. To separate the Flesh, to make One Flesh, I’m done with this Test, come get some or crawl off the Ledge... cuz your Going, Green Lights Thru the Expose, who knows?

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Dean Goulet

I am Optimistic, far from the Light I once was under, now in the Shadows I am Shining. Shining in the Midst of the Hatred I Affect by my Actions Seen by Those that Covet my Inspiration. I am a Man of Few Words. Even Fewer friEnds, designate

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2026 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.