Poem

The Fray. A Feminist? II
Kelp feeds the deep.
 
The crawfish weep.
 
…..And there is a deep need
 
To sleep alone in the woods-
 
To love the have nots and should
 
ofs; Praise everything I could not do
 
I could not carry you, I drew
 
A picture of my happiness.
How could it not have been with you?
 
And I thought it was, so much so
 
That I melted like goo;
 
Really, it’s true.
 
My blood, a sour blue
 
Oozing and rushing through
 
Filling my lungs like you
 
Pushing my heart like you
 
Really, truly, what 
 
Could you not do?
 
A girl.
 
Braided hair falls down the back;
 
Where is my tact?  Dare I react?
 
Kisses, kisses, caress the bullet
 
Shove it through the side, then hide
 
Behind such robust schemes
 
That stick fangs in my dreams
 
My blood curdling screams
 
 
Obscene, obscene
Unclean, obscene
Feind Feind Feind  
   Why do this to me?
 
 
 
 
 Careless looks by passer-byes
 
They drop like flies in the moonlight
 
Careless eyes that troll under bridges
 
Undermining the haughty statements
 
That you speak, in tongues
 
Quite a few tongues you say, you’ve had
The most incredible things
incredulous rings
Adorn your fingers, one taller than
the other, my throat
Adorned with equally incredulous 
lace around the neck, a noose-wearer; 
Use my shoulder as your
Headrest; Best friend, Girlfriend
Were we not together till its end?
Your skin grew fairer. 
Is there not glory in sadness?
 
Is not to moan penultimate to death?
 
To scream from the collapsed lungs
 
Thick black heart sheds its skin
 
As I let you in, begin
 
To realize that the effect
 
Will indeed affect and erect
 
More than a hollow image
 
A familiar name
 
A contact here with a bit of shame
 
Your words indeed proliferate
 
And sink slimily into the crevices 
 
Of faith
 
But you took no oath
 
And you hid yourself away
 
  And said to me:                                                    
                                                                                                           
 Go away; go away
I may want you some other day.
I am alone, like most people
I put no big claim or stake in
The Universe
Yet when I saw your face I, I-
 
Could not utter a word
 
symmetrical was not the word
 
Or beautiful, for that matter
 
Rather, it took me by surprise
 
That a face could live so many lies
 
A calf estranged from its mother, I,
 
A detective without cover
 
It was at the wrong time
 
To question your kingdom
 
To force it down by landslide.
 
When two fearful worlds collide
 
The result is a painful anachronism
 
Bringing the past to light
 
Fear begets loss of progress
 
And fear has had the sane and the mad
 
Sickly, surreptitious fads
 
Rage when fear has had what it will have.
 
supercilious souls scavenge for
 
Importance when the world collapses
 
And I thought we’d see it through
 
Is it not hard to find what is true?
What is real; See
I will kill, kill, kill
And in death-
I will do what I will.

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