Freedom…Just another word for nothing left to lose.
-J.Joplin
Freedom…Just another word for nothing left to lose.
-J.Joplin
Which form of abuse is to your liking?
Why?
You say….
The choice never had been yours
to make anyway…
Though it had always been your voice at stake
Just another orgasm faked…
Choices, options, delusions of narcissistic grandeur…
Why not a familiar bent take on beat her down pleasure?
They all say twice more than what they hear
Guardians of hand-me-down fear.
Everyday serving up a family owned tactile recipes
Everyday reminders turned mystery thrillers.
Everyday the salts that eat the pillars.
Cedar Wood Courts, Me Cedar Wood Courts, Me Cedar Wood Courts, Me
A memory jogged itself free.
It had been Cedar Wood Court…
a family of flashes absconded with the longest day of the year.
You are after all, old Irish, dear.
The hide and seek…whiskey laced
A game of our Father falling from grace.
Cedars lined in a suburban roe
a piece of country amongst
urban down-low.
An isle of make believe
A day trip tuned in to…
indignant baritones housed in Mother’s shoe.
Loaded guns, stolen Winston’s and relapse debris…
Hangin’ from the memories of Cedar trees.
One for you
Two for me.
Walkin’ the dog, climbing the trees…
Cedar Wood court…
Wooded asphalt
Childish, isn’t it?
To want to believe.
I ask, ‘what good is a word…wrapped in barbwire?‘
It is expression squeezed dry of color.
Cross-words lacking landscape…deprivation in an isolated world.
An imperfect storm in which memory is unfurled.
All this language bantered about with the hue of integrity bleeding out.
When will childhood become a Polaroid from the past?
Words, words, words, ugly…looking to get further down the road.
Not knowing where they were first planted.
I remember thinking…
last night under a hindering sky…
I remember thinking…
‘I don’t want to remember…anymore!’
With every deafening drop of water falling…
sickness spreading.
An illness I have become used to.
Like the promise of never ending rain.
A fist of compounded…sexually, verbally, emotionally, physically…damning pain.
Swelling and breeding in a clogged drain.
I would pry my eyes shut…
If I could…
But they are already pried open.
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