"Hints of Color in the Everlasting Brown of Life" by Devin Wakefield

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Hints of Color in the Everlasting Brown of Life

a poem by Devin Wakefield

The macerated carrots pop in the everlasting brown of life,

The dulled orange hue shining bright amongst the gloom,

Having survived trials and tribulations, of which we are rife,

Whether tis nobler to wipe or bidet, the question looms.

But the mushed carrots are not the only thing in the dark stream,

What pops of yellow the surviving kernels of corn make,

Somehow plump despite my gut’s attempts to turn to cream,

I’m reminded of joyous glee, something powerful and not fake. 

A daily dose of fiber holds tight the long brown river,

Twisting, coiling, writhing against a porcelain throne,

Release and you realize: in this life, you are a giver,

Your compassion and generosity you hone.

Butt beware, too much fiber may not hold you gently,

You may need GoLytely to help you release the kraken,

You will go heavily and with great fluidity, maybe Bently,

But it requires patience, and hope that you are not forsaken.

The release from distal intestinal obstruction syndrome,

My body embraces relaxation and contemplation,

What else but to imagine tomorrow, sleep, stay home,

And move beyond the many rules of causation.

Rising from the throne of creation one may well consult,

What even God did not make during his famed seven days,

A culinary creation no one would want now – catapult!

And yet, from which you have still gained nutrients via graze.

And now, begone! Fuliginous snake, serpent of horror,

Behold thy doom, and ironic death by even longer tube,

A pipe longer than any known by the most seductive whorer,

And you will travel all the way through, not even with lube.