songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

KAMAKAZE

HER KAMAKAZE SON

Her eyes are still emerald though nothing else

is remotely the same   When young & un-griefed

she was briefly beautiful

 

But the madness of her mother always hung heavy

especially on hot suburban nights

 

Her parents visited once in a  GIANT BLUE CHEVY

left on our driveway for the Repo-man   One year in

her late 20’s she spoke mainly in tongues

 

Now her son will protect her   A natty young man tall+lean

far too sweet for what is coming   Carrying her out of urine

soaked beds   & singing her to sleep when the moon shines red

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Faulkner quote

As I Lay Dying    William Faulkner   1930

 

 

 

SUMMER  2014

 

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