Tuesday, January 31, 2012

escaping


“Escaping an emotionally abusive relationship”

Terrible and so taunting
Three occasions while trying my best to run, but tripping up
                You took me
Tyrannical in your tactics
Terrified and also tormented, I find trouble while discovering truth

Teeth like razors twinkling
Trances I’m subject to, your advantages take my resolve thoroughly

Thoroughly giving up today
Thoughts of you thrive, digging deeper trenches and soaking through

Tunneling into my tower
Theft will define this, aching loss triumphs and pushes through

Tomorrow I’ll go there
Tracing my steps too far from the face of thee

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

dry


“DRY”
I’m dry
No stories,  no words
No brilliant combination of phrase and metaphor sliding into stark realities and exploding into the colorful and comforting
No hiding behind tales of depravity and murder
No resting in hidden corridors

I’ve been pushed out into this waste land and I’m wandering around a prison of crazy fuckers pulling at my universe
And work going crazy
And Christmas shopping and changing diapers and the whatever

Even now, bent over the twigs furiously working the kindling to spark a fire

PTA and juice cups and Thanksgiving dinner
And I’m just tired

My wife and I have regressed to short mutterings instead of conversations
Mentally and physically spent and wasted dry
And I’m cooking this dope to get wet
But the wind blows and puts out the torch flame
So I settle for a shot of whiskey and the only result was this lousy poem that I’m even ashamed to publish on a fucking internet blog
So because of that,  I know that I should
So I do.

Friday, October 21, 2011

father issues


“father issues”
Dad – you suck
You left me before I could grow up into the man I am today
You never met my kids, or my wife
You never saw that I had my own place and a good job and a car
And that I worked hard to get some place in life

You suck for not leaving any money for me to bury you with
I had to have you cremated and I had to listen to your cousin yell at me about how Jews don’t cremate their dead
But she was unwilling to part with one dollar from her millions, to help out

You suck dad, not because I hate you or hated you when you lived
Actually you were a very cool guy, which I learned to appreciate after I got older
A single parent of 70 plus years for a teenage boy didn’t really have a ton of bright spots
But after, when I could learn to appreciate the experiences of life – I understood you better

But you suck because I do think you were cool but you fucking died on me right before I got married the first time and had your oldest granddaughter
You would have tormented her with that, “give me some sugar!” shit you used to say
But it makes me smile because she would have loved you and squealed when you kissed her cheek

Why did you go to Vegas?  And eat that bad lobster tail?  And come home and get sicker and give up and not try to get well?
Why does it turn my stomach every time I say that you died of malnutrition?  Because you wouldn’t eat
And the nutrient IV only kept you afloat
It wasn’t enough to cure you and bring back your strength

Strength that I admire in you now, looking back at memories
You were always big, but not scary
I remember your permanent five o’clock shadow
You used to dry shave in the mirror in the hallway downstairs
I felt safe with you
We had our little life routine going and I miss it
I miss you

Our kitchen table was covered in a tapestry of papers from your work
Little notes – sometimes one phrase scrawled on an entire sheet of stationary
Your quirks amuse me now
As much as I chided you while growing up – my friends and I secretly poking at your idiosyncrasies
I was just jealous that you and my brother were friends, but I was just a son; not a friend

Why did you wait to have me until you were almost 60 years old?
Why were you so powerful and smart, and fearful and able to keep up with and overcome everything?
And suddenly you are afraid of food?
You must have known the death that would ensue as a result of this!
You must have known that your body would eat ITSELF and your soul would refuse to remain attached to it

I remember the last time I saw you alive
I sat across from you in the hospice room – you could barely move and you could definitely not speak
I handed you a cup of water with a white bendy straw in it
You tried to get the water up, but it only went halfway in the straw and then kept falling back down into the cup
This happened two or three times and my guts were filled with terror
And then hopeless sadness
I realized this would be it

So I sat there and told you that it was okay, if you wanted to let go
I loved you and I understood that it was time for you to give up and just float away

The next time I saw you, the funeral home gave you to me in a black, rubber box
Too much t.v. had made me expect a decorative urn
I took your ashes to the grave sight of your parents, whom I’d never met
But I knew the place because your brother was buried there when I was fifteen and I remembered the way

I dug a small hole on top of your father and mother’s graves and I poured your ashes into the dirt
From the dirt, and back to it was the only way I guess to do something meaningful for you
I was surprised that the grey ashes seemed clumpy and thick at times
And it didn’t seem like it could be you there, when I felt like you were somewhere else entirely

You suck dad
Your grandson is a handsome, little boy and he makes fists all the time like I did when I was a baby
His name is Jaxson
And every day he makes me think of you










Thursday, October 20, 2011

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

revolution - Part I


“revolution – Part I”
Run through the streets, you mad warriors
Holding up shield and buckler with strong left arms and right hands viciously gripping swords and spears
Prepared for your fight – your enemy laughs until you draw near enough for them to see the murder and chaos in your eyes
The needed tools to bring about the right

There are trumpet players in your ranks – sounding out the alarms
There are flag bearers raising banners of TRUTH, JUSTICE, and EQUALITY

You’ve spent time in dark caves smelting steel blades
You’ve swam through deadly currents and your muscles are tightened by the resistance
You’ve practiced delicate sword play and accurate archery
But now the skirmish is upon you and it’s time to tear open tender bellies and expose the rotten guts of the evil doers who have sucked the blood of the common masses
They’ve eaten too much to even digest it all

And you will expose them with battle cries so severe your voice can barely carry them
You will shame them by burning their castles
Structures of glass, wood, and stone
You will bind them hand to foot and take them outside to the streets where everyone can see
As they acted in secret, their massacre will come in the bright light of day

And once they’re fallen on the edge of your sword
Once they’re speared through and fixed to the walls
Once you severed the ropes of their catapults and hamstrung their horses and demolished their chariots – you will find new architects to build a new city
And their magicians who spoke lies and put them in power – you will burn them with fire

So click the end of your pen and clear your throat and offer the blank page
And get your battle armor on
Clothe yourself with humility and service, and sacrifice
And with doing all and having no thought for yourself

Swing your blades so hard that they whistle in the air

Dig into your heart and use the hurt to fill your quiver

And your rage and your experience and your brilliance – is a fire!
So light your arrows and sling them across their darkened skies

Keep pushing
Keep writing
Keep creating
Keep speaking

Keep doing what is right, when it all seems so wrong

Long live the revolution