Saturday, November 15, 2008

cripple madman

the masochistic stylings of these words,
thoughts, observations and feelings,
are by a cripple madman,
they should be taken with that fact in mind

their greatest strengths, as amorous lovers,
is their emotional acuity and narrative sensibilities

there is an image of a mangled, imperfect man,
who looks like the new kid on the block,
triumphantly bearing a bedraggled Freak flag,
while fires burned beneath their feet

cementing their sense of destiny with monuments
to ritualistic victory, they could not have come up with
a more stirring composition

he has a knack for storytelling,
it is apparent in a tale of two lovers,
in which a struggling, anxious, appreciative darling,
is ensnared in his sweetheart trap,
his gun cocked,
contemplating a nearby woman who holds her blouse open, daring the gunner to shoot her in her exposed breast

a satisfying tale tells of
a bewildered young elusive supernatural being
standing in front of an unmade bed,
bullet-ridden, tranquil, her eyes wide-open as a deer,
contented in the knowledge that he is the gun slinging,
outlaw in her heart

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A beautiful page. Don't entirely follow the poetry but rarely do follow anyone's. Wishing you well for the Turkey holiday.
love,
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