Tag Archives: pain
Queens New Clothes
a common girl
with barrow came
laden with folded cloth
the queen did look
and saw but nothing
yet advisors say
it is so beautiful
befitting for a millionaire
a common girl
seamstress sew perfect
said she could make
the most wonderful gown
a gown that those
on the other side
of palace walls
would admire and say
how radiant and divine
in chamber warmed
by embers of the poor
took this cloth
about her frame
and posed in mirror
that glittered gold
she did look divine
and decided on a procession
at the gates the dedicated few
who bought the mugs
and waved the flags
and sang anthem on
brainwashed breath
had heard of this
most wondourus gown
stepping from the carriage
the people
gasped in awe and horror
some began to cry
for this gown
the seamstress sewed
was of the flesh
of poor and subjugated
histories oppression an
awful stench
pinned together
with the bones of
crushed rebellion
the cheering stopped
more tears did flow
and a little boy
called out
she must go
Where Have I Not Been
Hi everyone , sorry if the fluidity of this blog has been intermittent , i have depression anxiety and stress a trypitch of confusion words halt before they have been written etc i will not go on too long as i know i am not the only one and some of you folks have struggled in a similar way.
Focus is a funny word as is motivation neither i can give definition too at the moment , but i wanted to be honest with you all and keep you in the loop , poetry will resume after this brief intermission as will other writing of mine, the blank page will be a friend again but be assured i love you all and will be posting things that catch my distracted mind, so i go and look at words mix them up and hopefully ….. well you know , so long as i do not choke as they go down
Take Care
and all the best
Chris
according to the extent of damage
cotton incarceration
warm passive silence
flaccid dysfunction
waiting for something
that will never happen,
the only viability
a son and daughter,
born before the
scent of burning gasoline
freeway interchange
radio an unordered state
of a music republic
traffuic chaos
with thrashing horns
when metal connects
notation raw
screacming crunch
thrown off latitude
subtle tones become blank
face connects with side window
glass can write and deface
what was naturally placed
as can a steering column
concrete scrape added
to symphony
eighteen wheels raised and flipped
soft cushion supports buttocks
with sores that ache
chair propelled by hands gnarled
by whatever connected with them
my hands
unseen yet rolled me forward
as i sketched in mind
floorplan outlay
yet the anger of memories lost
her face one of them,
she would push
and not complain,
butter toast
roast coffee granules
hear her yet so much is gone
that morning
making love
i think or was that last year
subtle flow interrupted
resistance is dead
we talk
lie in comfort
love that abstract definition
has shown it’s truth
worth more than what
i cannot see
vortex
father see’s a mothers red tears
embrace and hold
together as one
a son’s anger,
quick flash phosphorous
explosive and regrettable
yet change occurs
a fathers eyes,
become so different
lens of caution
draws over cornea
digging hands in pockets
remaining apart
unsure of the person
he helped create,
yesterday would not be
recovered,
it was hauled
into the dark subconscious
stored in a file
tentative regeneration
but there would be
a difference now
sewing in blood
if rambo sewed curtains
instead of his arm
what strength would he
place in the cotton,
resilience to tugs and pressure
from a climbing cat
or a child wishing
to see snow from a
winters window,
it need not be war
it need not be pain,
sometimes curtains close
out the things we wish
not to see,
but does rambo need
to sew them every time
Rambo
phantoms from a shotglass
crushed bullet amalgam
would never ease the nerve
raw taunted,
mouth spoke sore words
unrefined as love in three acts,
barefoot bluejacket
you were not the trash
he put you out to be,
sawdust blonde balance
to a natural face,
you liked the Dodge
and sat beside
in that vacant vinyl caress
of a hot summers day,
gravel churned
tires burned dark streaks
towards the center of town,
how could she cheat,
love was like tentacles
suctioned about your every part,
nothing more would be said,
slowing close to a rusted wire fence,
a gathering
barbecue sausage and steaks,
pain eased that moment
no notices given
what you brought her here for,
it was the brick
that found it’s way into the hand
a scream
she grasped his arm
that lashed the brick
across a cheekbone splitting,
falling ,
people running from the house,
let it go she cried
bullet powdered jaw ached
fleet embrace
behind dust and exhaust
a man lay
pouring blood,
did he deserve ,
he was unsure
but when you love
in darker ways
it has to happen
life and all inbetween
knotted wings of crows
with scarce strength
rise into rain,
below vegetation
burnished by fall
listens to the calls,
damp rooted trees
in eroded soil
cover to our
consummation,
revisited after twenty
years,
as one we move
our lives wove a story,
origin in these fields
birth from these fields
as cells would watch
these fields and woodland,
a last exhalation,
we would not return
an act of memory
physical and intricate
framed in the cortex
for tomorrow
Sunday Whirl 119
when she flies
loathing had been a mirror of his sleep,
now without sanitorium or astral light,
deaths pungency had gone
she lay before him,
naked as the solemnized wedding bed,
sewn with silk and love
cerise ridge scars
created with a skill he never knew he had,
her offal once mortal
he feasted upon
washed with wine and tears,
absorbing her
leaving her with mechanics,
parting her legs
felt for the copper tube
inserted handle
and turned each activating
and animating,
mechanical precision went into motion
body shuddered
eyes a shade of fog fluttered open,
she could move
with silence as her voice was no more,
he helped her dress
that velvet gown
he loved so much,
outside to walk again
without fear of bacteria or virus
morning filled the mountains with shadow,
holding hands
her face a dark riddle,
in her eyes she had the knowledge
to do the same for him
when that time came
to walk immortal together,
then she paused
he thought mechanics had failed
as she began to lift off the ground
taking flight,
he panicked calling out
as she slipped out of grasp,
soared higher into air
unable to reply,
that she had a lover she had
to find
Chagall
guitar ambulance
up in the air
heart blighted by wings,
each note picked
sends shudders,
listening absorbing
finding notes,
while putting pen to paper,
lyrics at once
strange formed on white,
in his mind a pattern
of mismatch shapes
clumped together
ill fitting,
the sound became jagged,
heart swooped and dived
plunging to icy ocean,
she had not been at
the forefront of his mind,
hidden at the back
yet now needed to write
about her,
wrap her in lyrics
tatooing her flesh in words
that had meaning,
thumb and fingers
move over strings,
a stranger pain appeared
no respite
allegro
breath quotations
tear at corner of eye
string snapped
lurched into a silence
that now could not be filled
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