Poetry

Synthetic

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Made 32 quarts of chicken soup
The right way
My way
Took the bones to the trash
Should bury them I think
Like a dead pet
Not supposed to care
I didn’t kill it
See it bleed
Sad

What a lovely moon
Weird
Giant, misty ring around it
Why why why why
Who knows
Full moon in the cold sky warms my heart
Feels nice
I suppose that’s telling
Never mind

Draped wine-colored fabric around my bed
So romantic
No
What’s romantic about
Synthetic fabric cocoon
Doesn’t even smell like wine
‘Man made synthetic fibers is not flame resistant!’
SYNTAX!
Smells like a warning
Stupid

The boys were in bed hours ago
Full of chicken soup
Big, sleepy boys
My love babies
Mom’s never sleepy
Mom has all kinds of mom things to do like cooking/cleaning/laundry
forgetting
24/7
Even on date night
For daters
Lame

I drill holes in my bedroom walls
I feel like it
and
Make noise
and
Hang things
Anything
Not romantic
Man-made synthetic fire fibers
Freaking stupid

Make mistakes drilling holes in plaster
Measure twice, cut once
So I don’t
Can’t make me

Drill more mistake holes
Poke a hole in my finger
Bleeding
Matches my synthetic cocoon
Fill mistake holes carelessly
Recklessly
Blood on my bedroom wall
Sounds like a sick love story

My
Sick
Twisted
Bleeding
Love
Story

So good to be grown-up

I can drill holes in my bloody bedroom walls

So
Romantic

Love,
Synthetic
Me

Rita

An Ode to Lies and Goodbyes

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Even to will myself to cry is impossible to me

It should come easily

Freely

What would you care? Obviously you don’t.

Everything you’ve done to me, everything

Enough to make me bleed

Easily

I neither cry nor bleed, tears and blood the same.

What you’ve done to me — to us — you’ve no shame

Your lies, endless lies

Vulgarities

Nothing matters to you. I certainly do not.

I could wish you the same or repay you with worse

Your mockery of love

Cursed

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To Me, For Me, For Eternity

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Guide me, sweet moon, where I have to go

While I may not be sure, heaven does know

And while at times I am shadowed, afraid

I trust in your light a path you have made

 

And for me that path may yet be unclear

I know in my heart my days you will steer

Though 42 years often feel quite long

None of my years have you been wrong

 

Much of my life has been filled with pain

At times things ventured and little gained

My heart on my sleeve but honestly worn

Risking break and bleed and often torn

 

The hands of the cruel are viciously keen

Adept at ripping my heart from my sleeve

Never considering their weight or grasp

They nearly choked me, for air I gasp

 

Under the light of the slim orange moon

Clearly days are short, each comes soon

As each revelation comes to pass

Away I slip while your days end fast

 

I have no fear, no guilt, or shame

I have the clairty and am not to blame

He who creates their own destruction

Walks backward at every petty junction

 

As I walk carefully toward my goals

The unkind recklessly over burning coals

Comfortable am I at pillowed throne

And the cruel create hard seat of stone

 

Dark night of soul and hidden moon

I am promised distant day comes soon

That day is near and for you I fear

And shed tonight my very last tear

 

The sun will rise and take moon’s place

And to the heavens I turn up my face

Rather than discard the happiness mine

I embrace the sun’s pleasant warm shine

 

For me the journey has only just begun

I am thankful the moon did concede to sun

My soul is pure and though a bit shaken

The moon has never for me been mistaken

 

For in the end there is at least one clue

I once gave the sun and moon to you

Those callous hands once I did adore

Belong to you and there’s nothing more

 

Take what you carelessly thought gripped

Between your fingers I have easily slipped

And to the moon I thankfully bow my head

I now sweetly dream the sunrise from bed

 

I was promised once the sun and moon

Your careless words spoken you too soon

Fret not your word and promises broken

The slim orange moon tonight has spoken

 

To me, for me, for eternity.

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