Yummy! Yummy! Poem by Leaking Pen

I taxied to a gallery
To see an Art exhibition
In Surry Hills, New South Wales
Of a friend's friend Art works
A special invitation by email only
I was not keen on going
But out of guilt and obligation
Felt it's the right thing to do.
Anyhow, was having a badass day
My inner soul restless from my axis
Skewed with raw emotions beyond my control!
I stepped into the gallery, grabbed a brochure,
Hid my face in its lines that listed 1 through 14
Titles of each painting parading on the walls
I skipped 1 through 4
Started at number 5 to avoid
Hissing crowds by the door
Buzzing like African bees
Over cut up jaundice cheese,
Bleeding red wines on a deserted table.
I descended two steps away
To number 6 that drew me in
Like tornado to water
Titled: …… 'Hiding in the shadows'
I thought to myself:
How appropriate and prophetic!
As I looked up from the corner of one eye
And there they were: … Those Piercing Blues Eyes!
And………Like throwing of the dice?
Panning my way, all the way from over there….
I muttered: 'Oh Hell not tonight'
I'm tired, feeling like muck
I turned my head, ran the other way
Seeking asylum in 7-8 and 9
I sheltered in the bosom of number seven
Titled: 'Angels from Heaven.'
My guardian angels in the corner!
I turned around to dust my woes
Found myself pinned down to my toes
Could not move forward or backwards
Paralyzed! …. A deer caught in headlights,
By those Piercing Blues Eyes,
Touching the tip of my nose, so intimately close.
With a commanding voice,
Showering my whole existence:
'You look familiar where have I seen you before? '
I muffled, stumbled, flapped like a torn sail
Had to hoist my face and borrow a smile
Paint it on my face and hold it for a while
From memory long ago: best as I could recall.
I stuttered in Martian:
Oh… Oh …. The U.S.yyyyyy?
As I preformed my last rites
Felt a little tingle in my throat,
A single beat in my heart.
Like kindling smoke before a fire,
My mind said: ' I just want to be'
My Heart replied: ' Yummy! Yummy! '
My head went looking for its fin
My tongue lost its way to mask,
For what God meant it to do?
To step up to task
And solve this daunting clue!

July 30th 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011