Monotony

I hope the cat I let out in the woods, far away from me, has found his way to safety.

And yet I wonder, if I ever fall in love, would I be so faithful? To claw unceasingly at

my coupling will and toss the balls around; the strings of doom, word by awful word,

until the scratch post sings. Until my humanity hangs like descending balls or the

apples that the poets use and use again for the metaphor of life or reasonability.

In fact, if an apple appears in a poem anywhere but in the final lines of it, just

assume it is the word you supplant for warmth , or freedom, or treasures

exhumed from that bed of guilt and loss.

Just assume that quintessence of Dickinson, in particular, sitting down

in that petticoat of hers, crying her beady eyes out, saying "ok then

f**k it". If a lover won't come to tear away what Victorianess

clings to my vanity and then takes me suddenly in my sleep. Or until

my words are misspelled and the little girly poems I've written won't fly

away from this feathered earth. Then it is what it is".

It is because faith is God's only certificate, as love is, the effulgence

of the one self you drag around like truth. Like sitting at the kitchen

table at 6:30am exactly each morning and reaching and turning on the

"Today Show" at seven, while your other empty hand

holds close your robe.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

monotony is like a worm eating our spirits from the inside....

on the outside we keep to the routine, feigning security and comfort, yet inside we are raging to the core of us---fighting the worm...and wanting to fall from the tree of boredom and sameness.

j.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Jacob erin-cilberto for those kind words my friend..

[Ed Hart]

you have certainly covered the wide range of things here, in a tight and hopeless sort of way, beginning with the abandoned cat, and ending with the closed robe...except the cat is a thing you confess to, and the robe you have distanced to some other 'your'...and this business of casually questioning love, wondering if you ever 'fall' in love, how it will go for you, again distantly, playing with your balls and keeping to the cat motif...and now to the broader stage of Miss Dickinson and her 'little girly poems' who was probably a lot like you in always being the smartest person in the room, both of you reaching the conclusion 'it is what it is'...ah, you are a mystery, but you out dance us all, it being always the Today Show...

[h d e rushin]

I dance all over the place in this one ed......and I promised myself I wouldn't do that in 2016. Stick to the point dana, I keep telling myself..But I'm listening to you and I am learning...Even though it may not seem so.....Love you brother...dana

[Ed Hart]

thank you for your love, it is one of the three things that keep me here

[m.s.early]

Faith is God's certificate.

If I were to say that all of your lines are unique it would be an understatement. It would be a weak, weak understatement that I'd be ashamed of sharing. The soul behind your singularity is a gravity that is too powerful for my light to escape it.

[h d e rushin]

thank you m.s.early for those kind words my friend and for stopping by to visit me....dana