cornered your pants down
while from your mouth, pain
ricochets
from the wall to the mirror to your second son to me
like khet
with the eye of horus
splitting your 84 years of shit into angry lasers
no longer will i
after 5 pm
endure the bombardment of
vodka-laced two-way tasers
killing
your anubis
5 comments:
tough one. Best ones are.
i like the honesty...
and it sounds like part of a decision for change... anger gives us some power like that.... i like the labels too....
good on you. keep going.
From FB conversation... "It IS about a game, yes. AND it's about real life. I just happened to be typing in the living room while my boys were playing a game of Khet that we gave B for his 11th birthday. And so their game crashed into my real life, and made a poem! That's the story behind it; nothing too esoteric, really. :) And I'm really only writing this because I admire your writing so much, Jessy and Eva!!! And I wonder what things come together in your lives that create words..........
i was up around 3 am writing again... it's always about reality.. in one way or another it is always about reality.....and we bring in the best metaphors and images we can t back it up.... but i think it is always about reality....... if we throw paint on a canvas - like just throw it from a bucket ... and get to look back at what we just did.... we get to play... oh it's that. or no its that. or oh look it's that.. like clouds.... but we DID this so maybe there is more to it....look.. look and see what else we might be saying to ourselves... because w always are...we ALWAYS are telling ourselves things...... thre is always some level of psyche.. some level of awareness, some level of magic.. we know this.. .. there is ALWAYS some level of awareness.........
the gesture... big or small, the color, bright or gray.... etc...
there is always meaning... always.... we are humans and we will IMPOSE meaning if we don't think there is one already.. but we are humans, so there always IS meaning..... no matter what we do..... no matter what we do....
no matter, what we do....
Wow. That's powerful! And ANGRY. I also read your previous post and celebrate the return of your hairiness with you! I remember how sad I was to read your poem about the loss of your eyelashes. That sounds funny when I write it, but it was not one bit funny at the time. I'm glad you are back to blogging again.
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