This stream-of-consciousness piece was written for two prompts: One Single Impression prompt #37: Paradox and this week’s Totally Optional Prompt (Marketplace). Enjoy.



Heartbreak feels good.
So good it hurts deep down to your spine,
deep down to your soul.
You want that ache over and over again;
it’s your drug,
and you need your fix.
You need the pain to survive;

so you’ll wrap yourself in a blanket of sorrow –
soft, lavender, lulling you into sleep
where you find ecstatic dreams in Paradise
and surround yourself inside a womb of rainbows
with color, sound, light, songs, and dreams.
The coasts are calling.
Broken hearts pop you open, render you open to joy
and a merry-go-round of endless delight –
you’re a bottomless cup of want;

for in your eyes, there’s no tomorrow.
But buyer, beware – in the marketplace of life,
you are buyer and seller:
cheap goods on parade.
It’s all a charade
and the game is made
to trap you inside false paradises –
throw the die, buy the lie,
“buy the sky and sell the sky”.
So you tell the sky
that you don’t want her soft blue breasts anymore,
the simplest joy next to Music herself,
but you’d prefer the milk of the Marketplace instead.
Sell yourself and tell yourself
that it’s alright when you can see darkness clearly
in the eyes of your beholders –
obscuridad at its finest!
The highest
honor in this disgrace
of a Marketplace
is how many times you’ve sold yourself
and told yourself
that you want more toys;
but these joys
are fleeting and bleeding
you into oblivion.
The repetition
of the game demands that you “sweat and save
for a shallow grave”,
but you’ve been played
for a fool.

So take your cool
pillows and blankets of heartbreak and ache
and bleed red instead
in your heart and head
and ride those red rivers to rich reposes of joy
which wait at the end of sorrow’s rainbows.
Better to seek the dawn on the flipside of night
through end-to-end coin tosses
than to lay those coins on your eyes
after rolling twelve-thousand sided dies
in the marketplace
where everyone’s a loser, no one’s a winner
and after rolling those dies
everyone dies

Written 11/7/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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About ravenswingpoetry

I am a 38 year old writer from Columbus, OH and the creator of Raven's Wing Poetry. I am a poet, seeker, fellow traveler, and autistic.
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9 Responses to Marketplace

  1. Linda Jacobs says:

    I love the line “bottomless cup of want.” The internal rhyme in here creates some delightful sounds. The whole thing made me think.

  2. Stan Ski says:

    The photo draws you into the words, and the words draw you into deep thought.

  3. sue says:

    oh my! Those first two stanzas perfectly describe the way I was for many years, until therapy opened me to change. I’m reminded of the old song “killing me softly” — it’s like you read my old journals!

  4. A very intense description of addiction of personal pain. The artwork did load for some reason, but the words paint a vivid picture on their own.

  5. SandyCarlson says:

    I know this relationship with pain. Strange and strangely comforting in its familiarity.

  6. great picture…slave of coca-cola…
    liked the poem and the sing-song of it, lulling us all to that sleep with our cool pillows…


  7. Celine says:

    Brilliant! Very powerful words.
    Thank you for sharing. Cheers!

  8. Hi Nicole, starts off really well and I think the first poem ends with ‘you’re a bottomless cup of want.’ and then you continue it well to ‘in the marketplace of life’ after that I feel it’s a different poem, a little bit forced, perhaps. But what do I know?

    I love the picture and the barcode and the branding!

  9. Thanks, everyone, for your compliments.

    This poem was a little strange. I thought it would be a butterfly, and then it turned into a panther. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

    I feel that many times, people understand that they need sorrow every now and again, but at the same time, they don’t tell the truth to themselves about it, so they try to make themselves happy with cheap distractions rather than seek true happiness or let it come on its own. Look at how many distractions we have – one for every target market, every person, every age, every race…you get my point. And you have to wonder in any experience you seek – it is real joy or something hollow that will face once you’ve consumed the product, watched the program, worn the shoes the first couple of times?

    I have kind of an uncertain set of feelings towards capitalism, to be quite honest. On the one hand, I see its benefits, but on the other hand, I’ve seen people hurt by greed and rampant consumerism.

    My thoughts, FWIW.

    Thanks everyone, for visiting.


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