Friday, February 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
title is obvious
...even when it hurts.
*
strapped to the chair
'open wide'
not quite feeling ,like Dustin Hoffman in marathon man., but pretty close.
Sure they numb ya --but before that --they prick ya with pain.
drilling deep into the bone structure of said smile--
'you're doing good...'
YEAH RIGHT!.
Words of affirmation taking up air space--not for the victim in the chair
but for the steady hands profiting from my obedience.
Pull them all out-- i dont need to smile--
matter of fact-- I can do without speech--
O yeah---theres that...Food.
Food---
the substance that reaches some hearts.
food--
the fiber that liquefies and solidifies said smile.
Surely pureed food mushed into gums would not work.
Food--
the tempest of my palette.
Food
the vice that feeds more then the hungry--
and less then the hungry...
food---
of which spiced wars ensued--
food--
OK...
I aint no bloody fool---
*
so she suffers obediently strapped by sheer will.
counting --breathing...dreaming....dreaming...
'are you always so nervous?'
"Ium a NewYawker we're high strung."
'I can prescribe something for ya next time.'
(ok--i play dumb well--Oscar worthy-- yet--them Valiums would be more for you then me.)
"Will they help the pain?--I mean--it won't really make a difference if I am relaxed and still in pain?"
He lies---
"ummmmmmmmmmmm--Yea...it should.'
*
I hide my glee for the chance to get some mellow yellows...
I hide my glee for a script yet another --to hide my pain.
Keep Smiling...
even when it hurts.
slp
*
strapped to the chair
'open wide'
not quite feeling ,like Dustin Hoffman in marathon man., but pretty close.
Sure they numb ya --but before that --they prick ya with pain.
drilling deep into the bone structure of said smile--
'you're doing good...'
YEAH RIGHT!.
Words of affirmation taking up air space--not for the victim in the chair
but for the steady hands profiting from my obedience.
Pull them all out-- i dont need to smile--
matter of fact-- I can do without speech--
O yeah---theres that...Food.
Food---
the substance that reaches some hearts.
food--
the fiber that liquefies and solidifies said smile.
Surely pureed food mushed into gums would not work.
Food--
the tempest of my palette.
Food
the vice that feeds more then the hungry--
and less then the hungry...
food---
of which spiced wars ensued--
food--
OK...
I aint no bloody fool---
*
so she suffers obediently strapped by sheer will.
counting --breathing...dreaming....dreaming...
'are you always so nervous?'
"Ium a NewYawker we're high strung."
'I can prescribe something for ya next time.'
(ok--i play dumb well--Oscar worthy-- yet--them Valiums would be more for you then me.)
"Will they help the pain?--I mean--it won't really make a difference if I am relaxed and still in pain?"
He lies---
"ummmmmmmmmmmm--Yea...it should.'
*
I hide my glee for the chance to get some mellow yellows...
I hide my glee for a script yet another --to hide my pain.
Keep Smiling...
even when it hurts.
slp
i b is
the gentle matter
that this life
greets
comes not in the moments
of solitude --nor mingled with shared
breath
but
on the wings
at rest .
far from the hungry predators
eye---
far from the notions tongues
of suspiciousness deride
of wings at rest.
slp
that this life
greets
comes not in the moments
of solitude --nor mingled with shared
breath
but
on the wings
at rest .
far from the hungry predators
eye---
far from the notions tongues
of suspiciousness deride
of wings at rest.
slp
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
last exit
There are haunts found in these brownstones.
The scaly residue of old love
wailing lamentations of cold love --
you can hear the torment of trees losing ground.
exit signs pointing the way--
slp
Friday, December 17, 2010
this too is vanity...
senior discounts.
time is a fickle virus.
She acknowledges the diners
the vain futility of it all
she pretends the years away
scarlet knots tied tight
what if such were loosened
and with a free rein
the virus
were left to breed--
would she be consumed--
would her weak frame
now brittle collapse.
what say ye ole
Hippocratic oaths--
will profit bite
just whim?
at what point would
the reaper thrust
his hungry fork to
glean---
they shoot horses
dont they?
they--
them they
how'd they get
the power--
while we pay the price
slp
Part II
*
living amongst the aging
fits.
shes like them--young but old.
but they dont see that.
His son releases the trunk hood
so he can get his feet.
He wobbles a former air pilot
with a bag between his legs.
this one doesn't like the smell
of the old...
doesn't visit the nursing homes
doesn't frequent the dead hostile
places that remind her of time.
she feigns ignorance--
she feigns glee--
hunched over his crusted heels
he shuffles forward--
'stand straight'
another hollers--'and pick up those feet.'
pinpricks of scarlet daily ripen youth.
The aging--don't see if your up with the trends
don't give eye to faulty flecks of ones vanity.
the extra baggage --be it mid-section or back...
the extra growth of ears nose and hair--
well--whose to spot whom?
*
the hipsters ride two cars forward.
they have the strength to get there.
she'll keep up-- she always matches
a game--whether a fair component or not--
she feign as usual
they'll not know the wrestling
come evenings bite...
the inflammation of ligaments
undone --
s