8/28/14

Monday Funday

All I do
is cook and clean
when is there
time to act on dreams?

When lost amongst the dish suds
My other self gathers flowers in heaps
jete leaps
sails in waters blue
singing
dancing
wearing glittering jewels

Women are such beautiful things
they are darkness
they are light
I am beckoned from the horizon line
to gather up and join the procession
those no longer baking the bread
washing the sheets
birthing the babies
...the cooking the cleaning the hiding the weaning
the whining
the judgements
the looks
the confinements

Asking elders what they did?
Oh, doll, you just wake them up
fix them up
prop them up
push them on
make the lines'
drive the cars
build the houses
rape the lawns

kiss the children
love them well
send them off
...to hell?

I stand by and wave
and smile
and lie
yes, life is difficult
suck it up, little one.
My little ones too?





8/19/14

GDR

the motherland
tells her a story
with each step she takes
through mountains of glory
and wooded road ends

meeting her fate.

8/15/14

THE OLDER

THE OLDER

feeling dejected.
Neglected
by my own skin
my shins
black and blue
climbing fences over you.


Turning them against me
yet 
minds for themselves
if the faith persists
they have been on their own side
all along
and that which you have given up for them
has no bearing
aside from the deep welts
the feelings 
depthless
from that vast empty 
echo down in.