end to end

"Placed

end to end",

the analogy the news man gives to locate ourselves

on the planet,

a thousand read requests will reach

the stars:

The first time I made love

the devil shook me; my auntie

stood in the next room with that look of a gas station

attendant on those cold mornings before self-serv.

She's dead now, so it's really no use

trying to remake her face using mine.

Just think of all the people you

belonged to. Then go shopping

with them again,

I mean their bones, rattling

amongst the cans of Campbell's soup,

salty as the Aral sea, or in the aisle

of the million Asian spices

you will never use. Think of

yourself as earth among the extortionate

holding them closer than you ever did

while alive,

each morsel of dirt the company of another's

complete solitude. Then you get in the car,

out of breath, lock the doors but

all the while thinking of enormity . And

I told you, you would be safe now, just

riding along, looking back

at conquests.

Reviews

[_mal]

This really shook me. F*****g hell, nice work.

[h d e rushin]

thank you _mal.....dana

[CD Campbell]

I did everything you suggested and it didn't turn out well Dana. I ended up locked in my truck for five hours and the people in the Walmart supercenter parking lot thought I was crazy. Thanks a lot. CD

[h d e rushin]

lol! You cant take poems literally CD/ just figuratively....dana

[CD Campbell]

Why didn't you tell me that!! You need a disclaimer at the beginning. Lol. Btw it was beautiful. I just had to break up the seriousness. I've been feeling like the tortured teen poet lately and you know what kind of work comes out of that mentality? Absolute s**t. CD

[W.k.kortas]

End to end, as in a timeline, as in a start and an endpoint, with all inbetween connected. We all rattle among the soup and sea water, but you have a better handle on the code.

[Blotted Ink Productions]

I think the first time any of us made love, we either had that look ourselves or else the devil led us into sin lol. Great job as always Dana.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

why do we appreciate people more when they are gone....we even miss some of the bad stuff...

love the soup can reference, Andy Warhol would approve...

"go shopping with their bones"

delightful image...

[Ed Hart]

we are so fortunate you came by to dance and sing...you catch the high notes true, and can pirouette all the way down the page...like any good magician you just keep telling the truth

[james miles]

i cannot think of one thing about your poetry not to love. Well,
maybe that i could never write so well...(such a very creative style).

[The Twin Arenas]

The date this poem was added, on my computer, says that it's from the future. I should be so lucky. Someone told me once, and hell, it might have been you, that poetry is life distilled. Drunk enough, I've said it myself, and I run it through the head machine often to and from the plant. To do it right, it has to be distilled and encompass ALL of EVERYTHING or ALL of ONE THING. End to end. The more I write, the higher the balloon flies, the more anchors need to be dropped. Your writing is one.