Friday, May 28, 2010

missing teeth


talking about
"what the thunder said"
miming
poetic conversation,
hydro's been cut
debt collectors
can no longer
call my telephone
as is has been
cut
too
the computer runs
on battery power
and when the battery
dies
the
typewriter takes over
blooming
tennyson lines,
like
cowardly wolves
in sheepskin
saying;
there is little left,
for you and I to do.
poor


are we poor?
i used to ask my mother
when
i couldn't have the goodies
i would like

and she would say, no ofcourse not

and i would get my goodie

she would say
don't tell your grandmother about \this or
she will
have a bird!
or sometimes
SHE WOULD HAVE A COW!

and i was to young to
understand
metaphors
and exaggeration
so I would
picture grandmother
with a bird on her shoulder
yelling

why did you buy all those goodies!!

and now,
my mother
works and her husband doesn't
and i ask,

are you doing ok mother?
with money?

and shes yes, oh yes it's fine
things are ok

and i ask to borrow
for rent
and she says
cash or cheque

and then tells me about her third mortgage on
the same house

poor i guess,
is different from
debt i think to myself
and
picture my grandmother
having a bird
on her
shoulder
as
mother asks
whose name to
to write
on the
cheque
the water works, but the hydro
doesn't and hasn't
for 3 days

i thought it would be worse then it is
the hardest part
was the anticipation
of the lights not coming on

not just the hardest but the
most exciting

and the day that they didn't
I
missed the rush,
more then the light

Thursday, May 13, 2010

waking up golden, good morning

ya,
confident and sold it
when you wake
up to
the pillows
on the floor in the morning
and the windows
shine
golden
through
the cries
of
alone men
sentences
monotone
and shortened
shes the one
that stole it
turned me
from
asshole
to
boyfriend
and
i've
never enjoyed it

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