OJ poem about symbolism no 2

As for old loves,

yeah, it's wonderful to be reminded but

it only makes you miss them more. Like laying in green grass.

Feeling the crisp wind. Looking up at the moon with them

next to you. Heating the car with those impossible portable

heaters at the drive in. What i'm really trying to say is,

OJ is getting out. I too dreamt of the place where

I use to hide from life. Books. Fantasy. Hero worship.

nothing ever betrayed me. Not Crane. Not Plath.

Not the Cro-magnon who's skeletal remains cling

to Europe. Not the cold blooded murderers of Charlie Hebdo.

My only dream was to be young enough, again,

to process all of this, until, like a poem, you ease

past the part in the narrative that shouldn't rhyme at all.

So you turn poems into a sort of gang rape. Where they enter you

while holding your bald head in their dirty hands. While you weep and beg

for the end to come quickly. Ann, my neighbor, says she was

gang raped when she was 13 and that's why she gained so much

weight. Like OJ, I believe the first part. The part

about the Gay man living free in the guest house in

Rockingham. And unlike Ann,

I don't believe the last part too.

Reviews

[Corset]

Crimes of passion so often go unpunished.

[h d e rushin]

my sister still has the welt over her left eye where her (then) boyfriend socked her for not bringing his potato salad to the couch where he was sitting. If you ask her, she will brush back her bangs and show you what passion does to the face of a young woman...Unpunished indeed...love, dana

[Corset]

sorry to hear about your sister Honey.

[W.k.kortas]

If OJ isn't a metaphor for personal responsibility and belief duking it out to the death, I do not know what is.

[h d e rushin]

so true wk........he single handedly reshaped our thinking about someone being murdered with a knife....I mean, how personal the rage of someone could possibly get. Then he acts like it didn't happen, which thus turned into the second act of "King Lear", where love was heaped on then denied. thank you for your views my friend....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

not much we can believe.....love the gaining weight part...and the poems turning into gang rape....

if we had it to do over again, if he had it to do all over again....we would do anything different? would he?
probably not.....and soon enough, he will revert...he is too cold blooded...and the cell will find him again...at times i still hide from life....in poetry----it is my shackles...my parole all at the same time.
wonderful work dana...

really gets me going.....
j.

[h d e rushin]

I too believe Jacob that prison will find him again. He is older now but no less cunning. Killing is first and foremost a belief more than a mission....thank you brother for your insight my friend...dana