Saturday, September 02, 2006
Post Adolescent Reverie Through the Looking Glass
Lewis Carol
Knew,
To a degree
Alice,
But being a
Man,
He could not quite
Comprehend
His illness.
Beware!
Beware!
For daft all
Those young swine
Grow to be.
You won't find
Virtue
When you chase
Pretty white hares,
In tops and tails,
Down peculiar holes,
But little notes saying,
"EAT ME."
"Off with their heads!"
"Off with their heads!"
(Above and below)
The queen knows
All too well.
She's done
What you
Think
To try.
Take heed,
The queen of
Broken hearts!
All her precious white roses
Painted red,
Bloodstained
So she,
In her dying youth
Can watch them bloom,
To see,
In their buds,
The pretty white hare
That slipped through her fingers
Too.
So wake up!
Dream no more
Of cats
That leave only
A smile
When they disappear,
Or tasting mushrooms
Offered by
Worms
Sipping opium.
You'll only find you've grown
Too much,
Too fast,
In a house
Too small,
While the hare
Hops off
To dine
Elsewhere.
Not a thing
Mother
Would approve.
COPYRIGHT 12/6/98
MONSTERS
Must keep the smile face on. Must dress
Must S.O.S.
tap tap tap
tap...tap...tap...
tap tap tap
Under table top alone.
Must never say
What was done here.
Must rise
Must dress
Find surface beauty
Gain wealthAll things fine here.
Not the death of self
Seen in mirror
There.
Must learn in
Seven generation.
Must teach the law to
Children of
tap tap tap
Must not disturb
Lineage of monsters born
From this womb.
copyright 11/18/98
Mama
Mamma's fallin' apart, little bits and pieces in test tube jars spread out in a row across God's time line.
Mom's lived a lifetime in hospital beds, bits of her female identity sawed off, used for study purposes by sterile faced doctors, replaced by prosthesis, and she smiles.
She had 3 babies she says.
She's lived a lifetime.
Mamma's fallin' apart.
A bit here, a bit there, till nothin' and she's part mechanical.
Started losing her hair a few months ago, and before that her womb.
No more babies now, but she got all she wanted and aren't we somethin'!
Mamma says all she ever wanted was this, all she ever wanted was us, all she ever wanted was my fathers love, and somethin' in me says I should scream at all her could have beens, but isn't that the thing.
Mamma taught me how to love.
Mamma taught me how to be.
Mamma made sure I knew how to be free, and not from wanting for herself, proud, strong, woman that she is, she had everything.
Mamma made herself 3 independent little girls that grew up to take on the world.
She rejoiced in creation.
This was her life's dream.
Once her work was done here her only desire was to see the world she gave her gift to, and...
Mamma's fallin' apart.
It's not enough she lived to be a woman, and had no shame in her simple aspirations.
We can call it a generational brainwashing, women staying barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, but she came from a single mother home, raised by one tough bull of a woman that no matter what anyone told her she was gonna do her thing, and raise her children on her own.
Mamma knew her options.
I've never known her to be afraid of anything.
Now she may be losing everything, and...
Mamma's fallin' apart.
copyright 11/18/98
ANT STOMPING
Ant Stomping
Me,
Three years old or so
Ant stomping. They moved across the pavement like,
Poured like water from the
Fissure,
Like an
Oil slick
On a bird.
Ant stomping.
Me,
Three.
Feet pound down,
Flail 'round the
Pool of them,
Make
Skid marks with their
Broken bodies.
Three.
Ant stomping.
Never noticed,
Didn't see until,
Couldn't tell,
Wouldn't know until
They'd reached my
Face.
Covered me.
Up legs.
Over body.
Finally,
I screamed.
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