Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, January 19, 2025

Seaside Fable

 A memory came to me, riding in a wagon
pulled by a baboon. Sick and white-faced,
this memory asked for a glass of vinegar
and told me in Spanish that the baboon was a doctor.

"She can cure you," the memory assured me 
in a terrible cross-saw voice. "I'm not sick," I
insisted, but the memory barked, balancing
a world on its nose like a seal and said, "You are dead already."

This world spun on a wash of wine, yellow and sour,
and was no world of mine. "Listen, horrid seaside ghost,
ashes can never be castles again, and you don't exist."
That's when the sick, dying, putrescent memory-thing
bit me in the heart, and laughing, threw back its head as if hanged.

There was nothing the baboon doctor could do,
and seeing this, she hocked my memory and gave
me the ticket, saying, "Swap me your forgiveness,"
but I injected her with roaring fury and beat her to death 
with my empty heart.
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for Word Garden Word List--Giovanni's Room

Music: Men At Work Down By The Sea


2 comments:

  1. I love how differ each of your poems are - you are a true story teller and there are so many striking images here - thank you also for your kind comment at mine

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    1. Sorry for the typo differ should read different!

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