Friday, December 3, 2010


I had a fever, but only in one eye.

I opened it--

Tripped-out fractals,



I closed it--

My naked love

With a wicked smile on her gone-gypsy face.

I wrote poems, but only with one hand.

The other did the most batshit-crazy things, all unbidden--

Got a job,

Wore a ring,

Spooned pablum til I wanted to cut it off and fling it away.

So I cut it off and flung it away.

Now I spend afternoons reading Soap Opera Digest by the freeway,

Nestled between two stone-loony lunging German Shepherds I have named Bonnie and Clyde

But I call them

Doll-Baby and Pookie-Face,

And I wink at them as I feed them Sonic burgers and stroke them with my stump.

They know

That I have a beautiful heart,

And who but them will love this heart?

I have a fever, but only in one eye.

I open it--

Tripped-out fractals,



I close it--

My naked love

With a wicked smile on her gone-gypsy face.



Sherry Blue Sky said...

Clever gypsy poems indeed. Wow, you continue to amaze. Love the "gone-gypsy face", love the "stone-loony lunging" dogs and the "who but them will love this heart?" And the spooning pablum till you wanted to cut it off and fling it away. It is all so original and wonderful and makes the mind take flight. And you just keep doing it - not one single poem anything less than completely stunning.

hedgewitch said...

So I suppose now you know all about the sound of one hand clapping?

Beautiful work, Shay. You wield a scalpel and a pen here, both equally well.

TALON said...

The double life...and finally the freedom though the cost might seem high to some.

As always, Shay, your poetry transports me.

razzamadazzle said...

I love the strength to cast things off and choose to be free! You never cease to amaze with your creativity!


moondustwriter said...

Shay!!! OMG can you write!!

not saying more girl
just hugs

La Belette Rouge said...

This is quite a synchronicity. I spend my last session with Igor talking about the symbolic injury of my *one* eye( related to the dream I had about my "children"). Coming here and reading this is seeing feels like looking at a mirror, in one eye.;-)
You really can write. You know that, don't you?

Helen said...


Joanna Jenkins said...

That's awesome.
xo jj

Mama Zen said...

I love this!

LulĂș said...

"...stroke them with my stump." That's the most memorable part of this funky li'l poem. I love it!!

Carrie Burtt said...

"What ever happened to Baby Jane?"....sometimes your labels are as much fun to read as your wonderful prose Shay!! I will second the
weeeeeeeeeeeeee! :-)

Jannie Funster said...

Geez, not tripping through the sunshine daisies with this one.

Sonic burgers are not my favorite. Too much mustard even when i say "Please extra-light on the mustard." Good onion rings, tho.


Lydia said...

O, your amazing imagination!