praecipes

 

 

 

That's what we want,

absoluteness. Marriage vows

of little mineature chocolate keepsakes

fashioned into keys and placed

neatly between fork and plate:

illuminate and fog. And I include myself in

the indomitable dreams you kept.

 

But marriages you practice with song

and preacher and pratle; the god of gentleness,

with Luther Vandross songs of teary eyed

adoration. A young flute player

f*****g up "Always and Forever"

until tenderly the lights dim.

 

When I was young, it seems unlikely,

that the world was free of ostentation.

We played with our princesses,

our G I Joes and never did

their fingers touch in sedated pain.

Never once did the IED tear open

his face; burn his tongue completely

out.

Reviews

[Tree]

I better never get hell from anyone about writing a dark poem again, ever. If I do, I'm sending them right over here. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/drushin703/1429568/

Great piece, brother. The imagery leaves you open mouthed, but more importantly it opens a door or two inside yourself, then you have to think. Imagine.

Diego

[JC]

once again you seamlessly flow from one thing to another but they are all tied together, like a collage of verbiage...what seemed like innocence hid the reality, we played war, cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, princes and princesses, little doll housewives with working ovens and little suited working men with briefcases and removable shiny shoes...indoctrination...lessons to propel us into our roles? or humans acting out their true selves like wolves nipping and rolling about outside the den? you give us much to think about, both in plain language that belies a much deeper core and abstract thought...

[Rocans (Asher)]

Nice poem. As a child, life imagined for the future deviates greatly from reality...what eventually occurs.
Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading.

[Corset]

If playing with Skipper can do this to a man imagine what it could do to you..........I imagine it is the equivalent of looking into a strangers house from the bar next door while they throw kittens in the spin cycle and close the lid...and not be able to say a thing about it...but it gives you nightmares I imagine, if one has the smallest amount of soul left.

[Beccy]

We demand of life, but life also demands of us, it confuses what should be simple as it adds layer upon layer.

Inside, we are still children at play.


Beccy.

[Amplyyours]

minature chocolate keepsakes, neatly between fork and plate, fingers touching in sedated pain, so many of these images are just stuck in my mind. so much power when you put them together what a great read the first poem I have read in awhile on here. thank you for welcoming me back

[Emily B]

the power of your pen leaves me speechless some days

your voice could move mountains if you let it

[W.k.kortas]

The fruitless search for the Platonic absolute, the vagaries of memories, and all that goddamn gray where the black and white is supposed to be. I agree with Delmar; your head would represent an upgrade.

[Ed Hart]

i may have mentioned before that you have a pen that fires live ammunition

[jacob erin-cilberto]

marriages doomed, our dreams as kids, delusions?
life won't quite ever turn out as we planned or hoped.

ah screw it...i'll just have another chocolate...and try to forget where i wanted to be at this point in my life...then maybe i'll be able to get somewhere...and accept it.

[Delmar Cooper]

If I had your head I'd throw mine away.