"The best deal is the one that makes the most profit." --Ferengi Rules of Acquisition, Rule #2.
I have been making some changes; scaling back.
Behold my lovers, who brought me poems in baskets and cages,
with locks and without, with good intentions and without.
Here they are,
male and female,
two by two,
plucked before the flood.
They are white and hollow, and have nothing to say.
I shake them; they grin and nod, just as they did in life, but the best thing is
that they now lack any flesh, and cannot shit me like before,
cannot use curve and skin to make me stupid
and set me to my writing like a trained seal clapping.
Nonetheless, the itch remains, a wind in my ear,
a crawly under the pillow case, the world's most beautiful bubo blooming
in places where the poems are kept.
Listen, they say, listen to us....
I have been making some changes, scaling back.
Mama croc is dead, my lovers rolled away like an aftershock,
and I've never been happier, but the vapors find their way up
through cracks in the foundation.
It's God, isn't it, mightier than the utility company,
whispering, instructing, handing me the Golden Wisdom which I spout,
serene as a vegetable,
no idea what I'm saying,
but free to say it and unencumbered by wondering what you'll think.
for Brendan's "Voices" challenge at Real Toads.