workshop
A kindergartener sang a song
about Jesus for a talent show.
The audience buzzed with
a loud agreement
of how simply adorable
the girl sounded and looked
as she spouted her words
about how Jesus loved her
and our bodies are weak
but Jesus is strong.
A flash of panic
A muffled scream
I wake up sweating
But it’s just a dream
I press my hands over my eyes
Put my hand to my mouth
To smother my cries
For just a few minutes I was back in that place
And I heard those words
And I saw that face
The night is quiet
But for the beat of my heart
I think I hear splintering
As its crumbles apart
New friends a new school
I try not to dwell
But my subconscious is cruel
Brings me back to the hell
I close my eyes
It takes me away
With quill in hand I fell to sleep
and drifted into a new land
where boogums,quarks and memories creep
with past and future both at hand.
I chased a snark down a worm hole
for light years to a distant world
and saw strange ruins, age untold
where helicopter bird wings twirled.
Amid the ruins beings crept
painting poems upon thin air
where it seemed the sad words wept
mourning a past no longer there.
Wanted to write a poem about respect
but having trouble controlling my mind
the poem turned political
No, can't do that, the words that come to mind
unacceptable, afraid I will find out MIBS are real
Oh, what the hell
WAKE UP AMERICA, WHERE IS YOUR BACKBONE
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
CAN'T YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS OF DRUMS ON THE WIND
a half hinged
off plumb
ever-jamming
two handed yanker
and she still manages
a slam
on the way
out
nails smell of layered shellac
hiding the ridges of housewives hands
leg wax smeared and whipped off
hairless corpora 's attractive to man
eyebrows threaded, cream applied
prevents reddened skin looking wan
YSL perfume, five dollars from China
B.O. hidden as only it can
bikini line hairless in operating theatre
Exposed post op to the bedpan
Why bother waxing pre surgical knife
Better to save it for holiday tan
Wien your breasts are double D
Totally enhanced, you may need a fan
Needle man in horny hay stacks is
perhaps some sap pained patron
with less than one will to live melting
slow on skillet scorch dance floors.
Alone among modern men of short cock dreams
in his mocked respect of women's worth.
Yet presently no earth grown flower sees high hopes.
He lacks that, come smell my honor fragrance.
stretch stained
I awake
crisp wretched
smoke
and the television
muffled booming
crawl beneath my door
and stand up
press down the
corners where they
folded
and float to my
window for a look
the brick wall windowed
building three doors
across snow crested
chimneys and
steaming vents
like an island
I watch with one
eye open
one ear exposed
Ladies!!
before calling for equality..
in a Feminine Revolution,
are you ready
to share the same
washrooms,
toilets,
hairdressers,
and ...
the list
goes on
longer
every day !
lovely and enjoyed now,
well now,
sorry now is already over
like you say about
now,
I had a friend
long distance
he would always say..
you know....
then I would say
if I do,
then why tell me?
again he would say
you know !
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