Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Bigmouth & the End Of The World

Orbits decay.
Bombs go off.
No amount of dusting can keep it from happening.

When I was a kid,
We rode on yellow buses to see different junk.
They counted heads.
They said, "stay with the group!"
Teachers and moms kept a sharp eye on us.

Her eye is on the sparrow.
She sent us on this field trip,
Packed together like lunch for later,
You the pbj, me the apple.

Fissures in the earth open up.
Mad dictators push the button.

I don't think anybody is going to be able to line up, single file.

But still.
The life I was given, I have lived.
Chick In The Sky said,
"Be a woman, an American, a smart-mouth by nature.
Buck the tide. Do me proud. Go, girl. Here's a pen. 
Do it all from this little flesh jar I shall place you in."

There are germs that wipes can't kill.
There are voices in the wrong people's heads.

I have written poems until my notebooks tilt in stacks like drunks at the bar.
I have told those I love that I love them every day
Just in case of runaway trains.

Now,
Raise the hammer, I'm okay with it.
Crack the jar, I'll fly out and up,
A dragonfly
Perched once again in the salon-gorgeous hair
Of the Goddess.
______

for Out Of Standard with Izy



 

31 comments:

Sioux said...

In light of what happens in movie theaters and at high schools and all sorts of other random places, this kind of piece needs to be in our thoughts, our actions and our hearts.

I adored these lines: (You snotbox--I had to cut and paste, they were too numerous to just remember and retype!)

Packed together like lunch for later,

Fissures in the earth open up.
Mad dictators push the button.

I don't think anybody is going to be able to line up, single file.

But still.
The life I was given, I have lived.

Buck the tide. Do me proud. Go, girl. Here's a pen.
Do it all from this little flesh jar I shall place you in."

These lines were freakin' brilliant:

There are germs that wipes can't kill.
There are voices in the wrong people's heads.

What a wonderful simile: I have written poems until my notebooks tilt in stacks like drunks at the bar.

If everyone would do this: I have told those I love that I love them every day
Just in case of runaway trains.

I feel the same way: Now,
Raise the hammer, I'm okay with it.

Okay, I admit it. I've copied and pasted most of the poem. I think it's one of your best. But I think that of most of your poems, Shay. This is one of your best that struck this particular cord in me...(And it's too godawful early in the morning to genuflect, so just consider this comment my version of "worship.")

Susan said...

This is my second visit to a poem this morning. When I get to the school bus I began to weep because I had been there and it is so possible (peanut butter jelly apple). School's out when the lessons are not debatable--no rapture--not outside a jar. But then there is YOU, having lived to be ready the way I try, but at times am too shy.

This poem is Brilliant, thank you for writing it.

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

There are voices in the wrong people's heads. Brilliant.
And perhaps the fuse that can't be put out.
I love your rebel form that works so perfectly.
Great poem
Rick

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Oh, and i love that tat!
Rick

William A. Sigler said...

Damn, that's a good un! The world ends every day, and it's always a good day to die. I especially love the dragonfly transcendently poetic at the end.

TexWisGirl said...

this was outstanding! in my very humble, undereducated, non-poetic opinion. outstanding, shay!

nene said...

Shay, you touch my heart with this one. so much being said and the Tat, woe!

Gracias mi amiga

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Ooo-wee I loved dis. This is a radiant and defiant eruption of life and the will to be who you are. So many great lines here, but I loved these especially:

"I have written poems until my notebooks tilt in stacks like drunks at the bar.
I have told those I love that I love them every day
Just in case of runaway trains."

Not so different am you and I. Love, Moskaroo

Mama Zen said...

Words to live by.

ellen abbott said...

yes, do as the goddess bids.

and I want that tat! that's the one I could live with.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Definitely one of your best - you have such a wonderful heart. "The life I was given, I have lived." Oh yes, and the world and all of the blogosphere's poets are the better for it. I LOVE "there are voices in the wrong people's heads." The dragonfly in the hair of the Goddess is simply brilliant.

Wow.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

btw - is that your tat? You could pull that off!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love all of it, the yellow bus ride, the planets spinning out of their orbits at last, but these lines of all just hooked my eye and imagination:

There are germs that wipes can't kill.
There are voices in the wrong people's heads.

Just a fantastic epigram in the middle of your piece.

hedgewitch said...

Every line in this has thrust and exceptional meaning, and the beauty of the commonplace object(ourselves, the child, lunchbox identity) but when you release the dragonfly, it soars out of the known world, and into one of the most poignant(yeah I hate that word too but) images of deity--and humanity--I've ever read. I agree that this is one of your very best, and it is humbling to breathe the same air that you occupy, with your transparent and incredibly strong fragile wings.

manicddaily said...

Just a terrific poem - from pb and j to chick in the sky and thensome - runaway trains and hammer and lining up and all those dangers, hope you really do feel this way - most of us can't say that we've lived as we thought we should. You go girl. k.

Kay L. Davies said...

I so agree with what to do, just in case of runaway trains.
Gotta love it, Shay. It is perfection.
K

Mary said...

Perfect response! I'm in awe.

flipside records said...

"We rode on yellow buses to see different junk." ... (Big smiles for this line.)

And these:
"Packed together like lunch for later,
You the pbj, me the apple."

"Fissures in the earth open up.
Mad dictators push the button." (Love this.)

"Chick In The Sky said" ... (You crack me up. Either God is a woman, or you like floating chicken nuggets.)

I like the beautiful death imagery at the end---your flesh bursting open to release a dragonfly (I picture hundreds, though), bound for a heaven of hair.

Very cool.

Isadora Gruye said...

I too draw big hearts around your lines about notebooks stacked and tilted like drunks....

My god, you captured the doomsday prompt brilliantly. I love tie in of the flesh shaped jar and the hammer at the end. This is a dare and a battle cry. And possibly a video game, the awesome existential kind only available in japan and south korea.

Thanks for participating and bringing the usual standard of awesomely intimidating poems. Viva la

HermanTurnip said...

Loved the way you turned the depressing beginning of this poem around. And, may I say, that's a beautiful tattoo?

myheartslovesongs.com said...

definitely one of your best {not that i've ever seen a bad poem by you} with hauntingly frightening images and hauntingly beautiful images... if i could read with my eyes closed, that's how i would read every one of your poems so that i could see the incredible images that you are describing so incredibly!

Susie Clevenger said...

This is a marvelous piece...we never know when our ending will come...we need to keep telling those we love we love them and strive to be the best person we can...love this!

cinderkeys said...

Oh, I like this.

Every once in a while, I think of epitaphs for myself. "The life I was given, I have lived" would be a pretty good one.

Lynn said...

As always - so cool. :) Love dragonflies -

Daryl said...

awesome ... and timely.. xo

Hannah said...

Here's a pen.
Do it all from this little flesh jar I shall place you in."



Oh, yes, love the flesh jar and the referencing back to the jar in the end...your entire poem rocks and the last stanza really brings a very lovely image to close with.


So well done, as always, Shay!!! :)

Hannah said...

Hey Shay!! I just had to edit and post a picture that initially when I was looking for a picture to use for my poem I was drawn to for some reason...then when I clicked to read you I see that you have a dragonfly tattoo!! When you see my image you'll be surprised at the coincidence of it!

Kinda neat... :)

Margaret said...

Good Grief... it took me like 10 minutes to scroll to the bottom :) This poem definitely has a doomsday feeling... but upbeat (in a sarcastic way, I suppose). Just love: "There are germs that wipes can't kill.
There are voices in the wrong people's heads."
and "I have told those I love that I love them every day
Just in case of runaway trains." Your poems are often quirky in a very imaginative way... never boring, usually with an interesting twist!

Helen said...

In your face stuff ... and I love it! The power of the dragonfly - living its short life to the fullest - like YOU!

Mystic_Mom said...

Fly dragonfly, fly! Love this!

amidemanila said...

For sure you have lived it, you have written some of the most astonishing poetry I have read and i'm glad you are there, alive, not some dead poet from some bygone era.
Kudos.