Friday, December 4, 2015

Buy Curious

Your heart is held in a rose's petals--
a ghost holds the past in an empty room;
You ask me to speak what the cards reveal--
your life laid out in pasteboard cartoons.

Go home.
Ask someone to smack you, hard.
Or stay, but it's gonna cost you, sister,
to move my hand from the back of the card.
_____

For Words Count with Mama Zen.

 

11 comments:

hedgewitch said...

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that song--perfection with your poem, which pairs ethereal image with the rough side of the concrete world--what we see isn't always what we get, is it? (those fifties images right out of my childhood--how bleak they look--and that smoldering adolescent glare from Christie--hilarious.)

Shawna said...

OMG. I am laughing SO. DAMN. HARD. Praise Jesus for this bless-ed poem. ;)

I mean, the title alone! You clever girl.

Man, this is priceless: "Ask someone to smack you, hard." I'll have to do that later tonight. I have no shortage of folks willing to hit me.

Shawna said...

I've given tarot readings before, by the by. Just a little fun and useless trivia for you, my dear.

Blogoratti said...

Very clever, and a delightful read. Greetings!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

LOVE! THIS!

Sioux said...

I adored the play on words (the title) and Hedgewitch is right--the song is sheer perfection.

Shadow said...

Sound words, to me.

Outlawyer said...

Hey Shay--I guess you get what you pay for! A wonderful transition here--and also enjoyed song--his voice (I like) but also so simpering--and a crazy two-faced time depicted. Thanks .k.

Margaret said...

What a falsetto voice and loved those photos. It would be hard to leave without knowing and yet ... Tempting to pay for what's beneath her hand!

grapeling said...

this, too... ~

Mama Zen said...

That's a helluva reality check!