Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Next Time



Next time, just

Set the cat outside;

You don't need to skin it

And hang the hide.


Next time, just say,

"I'd rather not."

You needn't show off

That aim you've got.


Tighten the coil on those old dry bones,

Those heartless fucks

Who left you alone;


Wrap the rope, kick the stool,

Hang those sods

And their golden rule.


Rich man, poor man,

Beggar man, thief,

Til they know you

They don't know grief;


Black Narcissus,

Silver bell,

Horseshoe hung

On the gates of Hell.


Next time, try

Not to go so far,

Every door

Has bolt and bar;


Last time, this time,

Next time done--

There are not endless

Other ones.

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16 comments:

  1. GOOdneSS your ~words~ are both ~wonderful & *powerful* and i think i am now addicted & wait with baited breath for more... words X:-)

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  2. I think I get this blog now!!! You are Ani deFranco, anonymously. Why didn't I clue in earlier??

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  3. The first paragraph made me chuckle. I don't think I can fully explain why but it has to do with how I overreact and then later see that I should have kept it simple. Irony. Two darkly beautiful poems in a row.

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  4. Wonderfully dark, mysterious and somewhat of a warning, I think. I could be wrong...but I'm not wrong about the way it makes me feel.

    Nice.

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  5. This one is dark, but I like it.

    I do think it sounds like a warning.

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  6. This one was so dark it gave me chills. I too feel a warning in there.

    I liked it too.

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  7. dark may be, but i could actually hear you rattling off the words here.

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  8. Dark? Not so much. Deep? Very. Images ... many

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  9. Oh, I love the way you say "fuck you!"

    A very nicely done rant.

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  10. Why thank you, Mama Zen! ;-)

    I loved everybody's comments, thanks so much. :-)

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  11. It is with regret that I inform you that this time I *did* put the cat outside. However, there was a brush fire started from the forest across the street. Your cat died trying to save three toddlers. Unfortunately, they were evil toddlers who not only delighted in the death of the feline, but then went on to torch a petrol station. This was bad enough of itself. But it was situated next to a home for underprivileged celebrity pets. Naturally, Lindsey Lohan is now in mourning at the loss of her pet hamster.

    Part of her mourning process was to get her semi-automatic pistol out of her apron (she wears an apron around the house. nothing but.) and go "Uyesugi" on the entire staff of PetSmart, the pet store down the street.

    I can't help but think it was partly my fault. Terribly sorry about the loss. I will send you a new cat next week.

    [This was a beautiful poem. I read it several times, and yes, this was the best comment I could do. I am trapped under something heavy - the bulk of the object is balanced on my left parietal lobe, which is where I prefer to do all my thinking.]

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  12. I think this one might be my favorite.

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  13. Even though this one is dark, I love it. So lyrical.

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  14. "Next time, just say,


    "I'd rather not."


    You needn't show off


    That aim you've got."



    Tatoo? Bathroom mirror? Embroidered pillow?
    It really should go somewhere prominent :o).

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  15. That is super kick ass.
    I loved it.
    Very subtley powerful and all that.
    Oh yes, be warned!!!
    :)

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