Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Sleep Walk

one day, he'll be shot through with cancer,
empty as an old oxygen tank.
she'll forget him before the year is out,
and marry somebody else;
when she's three months along with a baby conceived from make-up sex,
she'll take thalidomide to help her sleep.

bill and larry have dates,
but would really rather be with each other.
larry will solve it with a noose;
bill will become a cop and bust fags with a baton.
ellen is already bipolar, but doesn't realize it yet.
millie will marry a dentist who will beat her brains in,
then he'll sit in front of that same fireplace sucking gas from the clinic.

tonight it's still early, and they're waiting for larry's cool aunt
who will tell their fortunes from the tarot.
on his deathbed, cancer boy will remember how his date's boobs felt in his hands,
but he'll have forgotten his own sons' names--
the ones whose hair will be longer than hers is now.
_______

for magpie 174

 

18 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

big sigh for the tragedy of it all...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers. It's a good thing, back then, in our bobby socks and saddle shoes and so cool pleated skirts, that we didnt know what lay ahead of us.

hedgewitch said...

My aunt used to knit sexy sweaters like that for my frumpy, pear-shaped cousins. They just didn't look the same on those two. OTOH, they lead happy if excruciatingly boring lives, so I guess there's always a tradeoff.

You've told some true stories here that read like pulp fiction, but unfortunately, weren't.Sharp as a brain surgeon's motorized saw.

hedgewitch said...

'led' not 'lead' sigh..

Sioux said...

Sad tales. Kind of like what a high school reunion would be--if anyone was honest at one of those things.

The music is perfect for this. It really caps it off...

Paul said...

The part of life that no one wants to dwell on for too long...

Well written!

Margaret said...

Wow I laughed at line 8
and then my stomach did a flip at line 9.

As much as people long for the "good ol' days" I think I'll take what we have now, as imperfect as it is... (I mean, it wasn't ever perfect...)

I liked this depressing little read.

HermanTurnip said...

So...just another day in the neighborhood then? In my mind's eye I picture Dennis Hopper sucking gas from a tank, then screaming through gritted teeth, "Won't you be my neighbor?!"

Helen said...

Shay!
Your poem is mesmerizing, terrifying and fascinating, sad and I absolutely LOVED every word.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

I echo what sioux said.
This was an accurate synopsis of my era before 'closets' were integrated into the venacular or depictions of where our secrets were stored.

Well written, Fireblossom

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I know you could've written this out of whole cloth, but I suspect it's autobiographical. It's a sly gambit writing from the perspective of cancer boy's deathbed memory girl, but you make it work.

Mama Zen said...

This is brilliant.

G-Man said...

We'ed sing and dance, forever and a day....

I just love it when you Time Travel

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Sad, yet I was mesmerized by the outcome of all their lives.

Helena said...

You've no idea how impressed with this piece I am. It's positively unique and with the kind of depth I admire.

T. M. Crone said...

That was great! You've written an entire novel in a few short paragraphs of poetry. It left me thinking, and sad, and hopeful for the characters, like all writing should.

Lolamouse said...

Shiny, happy people...

Tess Kincaid said...

Dark and so very real...always nice to see you at Magpie, Shay!