i’ll tell you what failure
tastes like
tastes like needles
tastes like need
tastes like less
tastes like a fucking mirror
chewed up over a lifetime
tastes like glass
tastes like cold silver
welling up behind your tongue
tastes like every dream
you ever had
tastes like every nightmare
you ever had
tastes like staring
into the other lane of traffic
tastes like that shadow
in the corner of the room
tastes like a mouth
full of blood
Words and Feathers 
Brilliant and visceral.
Thanks!
Powerful. This is really good.
Thank you.
Beautifully written !
Thank you so much!
Tastes like glass, friggin heck I love that. I’ve learned more from failure than I ever have from success, but it still stings like hell.
I agree that failure is a tough teacher. I just wish that I could learn the lesson and move on to the next thing.
Maybe that’s the lesson? Dang, I went all spiritual.
Jeez. Thank god the poems not a failure! Awesome sensations throughout.
Thank you!
Vivid and brilliant !
Thank you for your kind words.
The thing about tasting failure is that you never order the dish on a menu or cook it at home. It’s pretty much shoved down your throat, and you gag from its acrid flavor. You captured failure’s palate perfectly!
Thanks. Although I’ve always thought of it as something homemade. But maybe I’m used to shoving it down my own throat.
Your successes are also homemade. They come in many flavors so savor those meals.
Ha ha. Ok. You win. 😀
nice!
Thank you!
Well I can’t stop what rose said
but a full mouth of blood
What failure did you bite into
That’s what I want to know
I love that line
Sheldon
Thank you, Sheldon. I think it was just accumulation of frustrations, goals unmet, and feeling like everything was moving beyond my grasp. You know. The usual.