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Monday, July 26, 2010 I'm on the cusp of immortality... ...well, if immortality is around five years. Anyway, I started a poetry game thread at AbsoluteWrite in April, 2005 and it's still going strong. That thread is going to outlast me. I found a couple of poems I wrote specifically for the site and had forgotten all about them. The themes are dark and I can barely remember writing them. Read them below. Like Mommy The child stares at the shadow 'round Mommy’s right eye. Or is it the left? She's confused, not sure which is which; she's only just learned the letter Z. Mommy mumbles, swipes at a tear as she clears the table, then shouts "Go upstairs!" The child slinks quietly from her chair, drags Sable 'cross a jam stained floor, stumbles on the headless Barbie splayed naked on the stairs. DJ has knocked its head off again and she can't find it. Upstairs, she stops at Mommy's bedroom door, sees the treasure chest. Daddy's singing in the shower... the shouting is over for now. She sneaks in, listenin' out for Mommy, DJ. She loves these stolen moments. She opens the box of powders… searches the lipsticks. finds the blood red, dots the color across Sable’s cheeks, lips, just below the nose, Sees the eye shadow, black, cakes it around Sable’s right… or is it the left?.... eye. She smiles at her handiwork, adorns herself with Mommy's familiar colors… red, black, blue… Stands back from the mirror, smiles wider. Yes, just like Mommy... Untitled Rummaging through the hazed gin-wine-vermouth bottled years of his existence, on occasion fortified with lines of white, (anything to mute the silences, but Lethe is elusive these days) his will to forget crumbles beneath the weight of damnable regret, and in sorrowful hindsight retraces paths forsaken, never taken, and finds her there waiting. Labels: Poetry
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