Monday, January 13, 2014

The Illuminati, 20 Years On

Here I am,
arriving like a hailstone from the storm,
a little woozy from the impact
but still present enough to flash you my after-midnight smile.

We were a fantastic gabbling litter of girls,
crammed together in a Longaberger basket--
you were bound to love one of us, need another, fuck a third...

Have some of this pale lifeless shit I baked--
some kind of cornbread up to its eyeballs in ergot mold.
Spread out on the minor island of my rote embrace;
hold still and one of us will slather you in something resembling a genuine emotion,
purchased for a price on the trip in.

I love a reunion,
love to haunt the living and make them watch slides of long excruciating trips we took together,
the whole pod of us,
betraying each other, ourselves,
and making loud drunken scenes to remember.

Not like now, when remote-control Jesus
comes walking across the pool to scatter us into the hell we reserved for ourselves
without a thought,
when we were young and you believed you could illuminate us
with your stupid poetry
that cowered, pissing itself,
calling the mess it made, art.
_______

for the Sunday Whirl #143. The words were: illuminates (I dropped the "s"), scenes, haunt, impact, price, pool, litter, need, one, remote, storm, and lifeless.

12 comments:

HermanTurnip said...

Wow. Vengeful poetry! And, forgive me for asking, but is ergot mold the cause of the Salem witch trials? I'll have to read up on that...

hedgewitch said...

Always a party when the girls get together. Or not.The third stanza is devastating, and it certainly doesn't let up in subsequent ones.Memories are often just exactly like your last lines. Acidic, choleric, and definitely illuminated all the way, Shay.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can see that "fantastic gabbling litter of girls".....and oh, the sting of that closing stanza. LOVE the title!!

Cloudia said...

Girl, you are a treasure chest of words and phrases!!!!!




ALOHA from Honolulu
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grapeling said...

that last stanza. raises hand. ~

LaTonya Baldwin said...

That smile is wicked and truth about art/life...don't think an expletive world do justice. I admire how beautifully brutal you can be.

sabrabowers said...

Wow, the last three lines offer a punch. Enjoyed your poetry.

Daryl said...

just wow ...

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

This certainly woke me out of my morning stupor!

A Singular Whirl

Mama Zen said...

If only you wouldn't hold back, dahling!

myinnerchick.com said...

Love! Love! Love!

--have I told you that you're one of my favorite poets?

xx

myheartslovesongs.com said...

go back to work!