Saturday, February 11, 2017

of sixes & sevens . . .


I lost my anger in the corner pocket of table six
or maybe it was in june of '68 ... in the red cadillac on the way to the parade
better to be invisible under stars & wooden desks
than to be seen for a creature dressed
in cyan & tattered sensitivity
able to absorb sunlight at a rate greater than or equal to
the speed of light
I am forgetting my mother's middle name:
Elaine

anger was eaten with violets for breakfast in june of '68
just after my mouth was washed out with soap for saying "shitshitshit"
merely imitating the song of meadowlarks eating violets for breakfast
Elaine

Elaine
give to me your feathers & your strength
your wit & whiskey-wisdom orange paisley'd
smelling
of pine & sunshine & tomatoes

I lost my anger curled up behind a sofa at midnight
wearing flannel pajamas & watching the world in black & white
roll past
on a radio flyer
sunshine me home life o life ....
sunshine me home to the corner pocket of table six
touch my cheek
Elaine
Elaine
I am my mother's name

5 comments:

  1. Ooh now this one brought a tear unstoppable. Wow...awesome Susie...just awesome!

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  2. Oh thank you lovely DiAnne :-)

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  3. Oh not this one again! Must I cry twice for the same poem…..yes.

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  4. Third time is a charm! :) love this one!

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