Monday, November 25, 2013

poem girl

packed deep in the roots of my teeth,
i keep everything i long to say, but don't.
i am as pleasant and sweet as a drink of anti-freeze--
kiss me, i hold thirty-two volcanoes. 

it turned cold, but you had your scarf,
your soft gloves,
your navy pea coat;
what did you need me for?

longing cracks my bones open
as if they had been dropped from height by birds.
impossibility is a handy rock--
bombs away, 
the fall,
the split,
the blood-heart in the white shell.
i am a love letter written in angel spit,
misdelivered into hell.

i thought of you last night
and moaned.
there is no other mercy like your hair, your voice, your body;
i am krakatoa
i am a siberian fireball--
my ribs lay flattened for miles,
they heard my stupid whimpering on the streets of paris,
and the skies over new york stayed dusky and dark at noon.

i'm just a girl,
in love with you.
you have a husband you keep close like a voodoo doll--
you hang your heart on him like a blue star.
here is my smile,
empty and harmless.
here are my words, crimson-black on the page,
and when they hit the sea, the sea boils
and every beautiful creature
every mermaid
every siren
every humble shell
is turned to ashes with the expression of my useless flow of sorrow.

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TexWisGirl said...

'longing cracks my bones open' - wow...

'my useless flow of sorrow' - huge sigh...

hedgewitch said...

One devastating punch after another in this, all the frustration and fire, all the sea of love and longing, at war, leaving drowned burned ruins behind where strange small things start to grow in the fertile this amazing, surreal, too real, perfect piece of stunning writing. I am down with your tag--if that chick don't want to know, forget her.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A poem from the depths, my friend. The bones dropped from height by birds - wow. "Here are my words crimson-black on the page." I feel those words, kiddo. A powerful poem.

Sioux said...

This is searing, Shay.

Margaret said...

… you hang your heart on him like a blue star - is the meaning of a blue star = honorable… So, this is a hopeless love, hence the "packed deep in the roots of my teeth"… that is an amazing phrase as well. So "creatively Shay".

"useless flow of sorrow". Actually, sorrow is healing IF it doesn't go on too long. :)

Yup, this gal needs to be thankful for what she has, not what she can never have.

Happy Thanksgiving to you Shay!

Anonymous said...

you write longing like a tiger behind bars

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

you never cease to enlighten me with your creativity, expressing what may or may not be real life emoting experiences. i use the term 'emoting' vs emotional because your writing seems to continually be evincing vs already in the past

hedgewitch said it well


Marion said...

OH - MY - GOD! I'm so in love with your brain. Can I borrow it for a week or two? I promise to give it back.

Thank you for this, Shay. It's both a prayer and a naked, beating heart. Wow. xo

"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind." ~Thomas Babington Macaulay

Mama Zen said...

"i am a love letter written in angel spit"

Damn. This is good beyond all telling.

Helen said...

Felt this ... Think you did as well. May I share a tiny part of your brain with Lady Marion?

G-Man said...

Greek Tragedy
Cosmically intertwined.....

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I love the range and flow of these images. No one does bittersweet longing like you, Shay - much love Moskowitz said...

****i am as pleasant and sweet as a drink of anti-freeze--
kiss me, i hold thirty-two volcanoes.***

F*cking Brilliant.

I LOVE))))!!

Anonymous said...

"A love letter written in angel spit," oh God, Shay, I'm so glad you came by my blog so I could see this one. This combo platter of poetry and prose, all of it with that Fireblossom snarky touch, is almost as beautiful as you are.

Thanks for making me laugh my ass off today! Thou rockest, Amy

Joanna Jenkins said...

Wow, wow, wow! This may be your best ever. Wow again.
xo jj