one big bloody mess

no one says the poems made then do it – no one blames the words for school rampages or lonely murders in backwaters

death under quivering leaves
the sound of wind scared them when they were in the open –

– she didn’t like his poetry because she couldn’t read words

– it was all one big bloody mess to her – just scribbles – she hid facts under blankets of guilt

stored her fear in the freezer

blamed his poetry when she killed his cat –

the ancient globe in the corner spun – the word was dizzy and off kilter –
it’s the same all over –

she washes her self with the shower head tilted at the right angle –

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2 comments

  1. multiplemichael

    IMPURE THOUGHTS DRIBBLE TYRANNOUS GUILT MATHEMATICAL GUILT
    POETRY CAUSES DREAMY APARTNESS REAL LIFE UNREACHABLE
    EVERYONE BLAMES FEMALE MYSTERIES THE BENDERS OF ANXIETY
    DISSECTED AND ANATOMIZED TO REMOVE THOSE DEVILS
    THE WOMB OPENED WIDE HUDDLED FRANK ZAPPA BRAIN DEAD
    HIS PAINT HAS PEELED OFF THE WALL EGGLIKE HEAD ALL PUFFY
    PINK STALAGMITES LIKE BULL ORGANS READY TO GO IN
    BLAST THE CATHEDRAL DADDY DISORIENTING JISM
    MURDERS IN THE BACKWATERS HEX SIGNS ON THE ROCKS
    AN ANDROGYNOUS ANGEL DEAD SILENT SCIENCE
    HAND-HELD ARMOURED HARDNESS HOSTILE UNDULATIONS
    DRAPERIES HANG EVERWHERE THE DETECTIVES QUESTION THEM
    YOU CAN SMELL HEBRAIC SMOKE… PAINPILLS IN GIANT TABLET FORM
    THE BODY WAS COVERED IN LEAVES THAT WERE NERVOUS
    PUCKERED NIPPLES AS IF AT ANY MOMENT A LURKING APE
    WOULD SPRING FORTH IGNITING THE FLAMES OF THE IMAGINATION
    AUTOEROTICISM IS AN INTERSTATE WITH 70 mph SPEED LIMITS
    WITCHES AND SORCERERS VISIT THE REST AREAS
    THERE ARE MANY TRAPS AND DELAYS IN THE RESTROOMS
    ENLARGEMENT AND MULTIPLICATION ON THE HALF-HOUR
    THE DETECTIVES EVEN QUESTION A NEARBY TRIBE OF CANNIBALS
    WHO MENTALLY WEIGHT THE MERITS OF VARIOUS BODY PARTS
    AN APPETIZING SELECTION…..BOTH POET AND READER ARE IMPLICATED

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  2. multiplemichael

    JOAN HAS PAID SOMEONE TO WASH THE HEX SIGNS OFF THE ROCKS
    THEY WERE WELL-WORN CLICHES ANYWAY
    IT WASN’T GUILT SHE HID UNDER BLANKETS
    IT WAS HYPOTHETICAL NORMS
    DEVIATIONS WERE NEVER WELCOME IN HER HOME
    HER FLEXIBILITY WAS ZERO
    ON RARE OCCASIONS HER FACE ITCHED
    SHE HAD A DEVICE TO MASSAGE IT
    CAREFUL NOT TO DAMAGE HER FACIAL FABRIC

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