a duck poem.

for sheila

If I quack once it means that I am blessed and highly favored.

One quack followed by 7 rapid quacks in succession means that someone is after my a*s.

If I quack, then stop quacking, iv'e lost the will to fight on. 2 quacks then a pool of un-evenness 

signals that someone has found my crossdressing stash. 

9 quacks (+ or -) I need a fix of laudanum. No quack at all is a Jedi Mind trick, forget it.

If I quack in rich baritone like Levi Stubbs, then iv'e reached down deep into the dark place

of hurt and every gleaming thing that waddles among us hurts at their own pace. If my quack

seems muted, then an old man has crawled into my liver

the one overflowing with high fructose corn syrup, Penicillin and Zocor. The quacks like

moans of pleasure are just that, or an old duck who needs some p***y. Perhaps i  do belong in

paradise ever since the icy lake is like a mental hospital where you can see the fish

growing larger but can't touch or eat. Is the God my mother reads about from that

sweet, slick book or praise with a hymnal as her book mark, in two inch pumps teaching

Sunday school for kids who haven't eaten,, are these the quacks of Jesus?

Is the Star of David a metaphor for tithing her one third? Will the devil quack me still in

his manger of half truth? What is a duck anyways but the ad-lib of conflict.

The drake feathers of war; the raw plumage of death with honor. Everything the law

allows you to reach thru the bold chest of metals pinned on you by the living

while lesser platypus leave their poems for the young. 3 quacks means that my heart is

under water and that heartache holds no charm at all. One aboriginal quack means

that i am hiding my wrinkled hands. The quacks i lip sync are me wanting song

to come up from beneath the iron beyond. 4 thin quacks

i am dead.

Reviews

[Beccy]

Dana. You use words in the most incredibly esoteric manner, and always you leave me fascinated about how complex is the human mind.

Ducking and diving indeed!

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Beccy. Poetry makes a person crazy. But craziness relives you of all responsibility.
love you....dana

[redzone]

you know of course that now I am going to dream about ducks.. big ones, small ones, and that yellow ducky in my bath tub not to mention the rubber ducky that sits in my trucky.. see what I mean, I am even rhyming ducks... but having now gone duck dynasty ( I hate that show!!) crazy, the best duck I ever saw was the one striped bare naked hanging in the window of a Chinese restaurant...

okay, enough with ducks!! but Dana, quack all you want, just don't die... I am enjoying reading your poems too much... ;0) (even the duck ones)

redzone

[h d e rushin]

thanks redzone.......I enjoy your work as well my friend....dana

[Corset]

The duck poem, you had to go and write the duck poem, I am beside myself with wonder at how f-ing well you WROTE the duck poem, but not surprised you wrote the duck so brilliantly, no, not at all surprised.

[h d e rushin]

don't we all have a duck poem inside of us..;.a confessional, maladaption of our mental and moral ill-being? Truth be told Corset, i really don't like the company of ducks. They seem to be too noisy and unfriendly. So perhaps the metaphor, intended but ludicrously wrong in this context, is just a human way to shed some tears..I love when you come by........That way I can cry on your shoulder........dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

teaching sunday school to kids who haven't eaten...yes, there is faith and there is faith...but there is also the black and white truth..sometimes life is just a quacky world...and makes no sense...faith or not.

j.

[h d e rushin]

i can't sleep anymore jacob....Not even a little bit..I mean, i can get to sleep but can't stay asleep for very long......so I usually get up and write something down.....sometimes I make sense......sometimes i don't.
But
each time i look at your picture sir, you remind me of my poetry instructor at Wayne State...His name was Mr John Tudor. He was killed in a boating accident some 20 years ago...but what he told me still swirls around in my head....He told me to write about anything and everything, not just the important things, or the things that you cry over..Thank you dear brother for finding me. again.....dana

[Ken Simm.]

Duck! but this is good. Duckin amazin if you ask me!
It, for me has it all. A wonderful title about ducks. A significant way of living and not just for ducks or others. Wit and wisdom not usually associated with ducks or any waterfowl for that matter. (In the write that is not in life)
It is surreal enough to rival Andre Breton. It is Dada, (Dada Duck what a concept) It is true and contemporary given the mess the whole world is in at the moment, (and why I, a Brit, feel qualified to comment on the state of ducks, cartoon or otherwise) It is above all subtle and for that reason I hate it because I could never be that good.
Is this the age of the Duck?
As an aside I think Walt Disney never thought that Donald and Mickey would be running the world.

[h d e rushin]

thanks Ken....I read your latest.....and love the philosophy.........dana