Carol's ChristmasGhost of Christmas Past
Hanging up my Christmas stocking Angry with my mother’s mocking Neighbors gathering and gawking Mother’s body cops are chalking She won’t laugh again She won’t laugh again Ghost of Christmas Present Daughter sparkles hope and light Our beloved Christmas sprite Christmas Eve a joyful night Christmas day is her delight She won’t hurt at all She won’t hurt at all Ghost of Christmas Future Left behind and all alone Christmas in a nursing home Far away my child has grown Busy family of her own Please just pull the plug Please just pull the plug colorsThe wind is changing. Cloth awnings flutter their skirts ....like an Indian raindance.
Maybe she'll make it home before the clouds are ....overcome by moodiness. Can she avoid the grey eyes? She was cruel before she ....left. Steel grey. Still grey. And she's so foggy anyway. A life held together by duct tape. Sometimes a sticky thread gets caught. He is pulled, lightly. Turns his head, slightly. A few feel her gray cashmere heart with the kind of heat that starts out fuzzywarm and ends ....up draining like a hot tub. But no one's accused her of practicing narcolepsy ....without a license. daddy's girlhail! a new birth
another mouth to feed such a reckless breed no time for pictures or carving initials on the twisted family tree my father delighted with a girl until i could ask why? the debutant
winter they dreamed
hyacinth spring beauty climbs in braided vines visitation rituals he and she properly chaperoned games cards, chess reciting safe poems for eavesdropping ears risky hand holding under card table ebullient eyes meet and melt this the longest winter endured only for the debutantes’ ball her coming out into society her coming fully into his embrace optimistic ballroom gowns privileged giggles calculate best matches a comfortable life highest social circles she searched the grand ballroom eyes all shopping for handsome promises assured futures she’s sixteen, ready to be seen he slipped from her grip as was the promised debutante kiss held her hidden tears behind the punch bowl she hears he and a different deb fled and wed he, too, calculated best matches a future assured |
Thoughts on turning 44i’ve been a boy
a girl i’ve been on top of things and people all with a head full of madness a heart filled with gladness is combustible I lOve nOrman rOckwell
a star in the east went super nova
sepia-toned sparrows crow vultures dance with doves in cerulean sky every secret never shouted shakes a tree bloodless bodies count the days until christmas mourning beatitude babies, jet car jelly, everybody smile! Laugh a Little Louder
Laugh a little louder, please
You see, I can’t hear your smiles Not a sound coming round since the fairies flew far Your bedroom door so closed Your mood so cold This long-predicted break splinters dry childhood to ash Faded, loving, loyal doll tucked away not tucked in Mamma’s hand, dropped Her approval not sought What does a mother know when you’re seventeen? Laugh a little louder, please You see, I can’t hear your smiles dinner: family holiday
a map you read
familiar space the obvious explained shadow dancing past sideways driveways black as fault no secrets exposed what's left to tell when all is known uncertain truths grande dame
thick, sick perfumed parlor
an organ among many a real raucous melody other organs bewail false high notes dressed in sunday’s best a smokey parlor gilded settees lounge like a gentleman till a stocking seam runs astray cravat strangles adam’s apple pushed up creamy, dreamy moons some day man will land on one insert flag claim possession this smokey parlor girls for rent, gonorrhea extra staring into the sun
winnow through the crinoline
silk smoke, laughter mohitos, cosmos mint julep beer yes friends, relatives they’re all here honeymoon with laptops five-star poolside sexting to twitter just not to each other Have a Heart
Bit her heart. Bled real nice. Sucking the jugular, convincing her it’s good to bleed. She’s
the take out food you always eat in. Her Haiku conversations you couldn’t hear. Fuzzy reality wedged in your ear. He made a cup of tea. Poured boiling water over a burning candle. The teacup was left holding the bag. Heavy as a vacant lot, beautiful only because she’s dying. Swimming
Shoot the moon. Arrest a star. Shackle me now. My world failed so let’s mess in yours. I drew squares and felt boxed in. You drew circles and got dizzy. Here, put your nausea in this case. We’ll give it to an epicurean daring him to taste. When he reels, we’ll check for a sheath or evidence of circumcision. I’ll talk to your mother, your brother, discover your sister. Meanwhile, in Heaven, the screen door slammed in our summer breeze faces.
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