One Nation, Deconstructed

under a power structure

founded upon

prone bodies

supple curves

grappled into place

their place

the walls stand

with their stony

decapitated

capitulation.

the power brokers

believed us broken

faulty bedrock

in the bottom line

as they gave us

the shaft

they laid the groundwork

of their own undoing

as they fondled

nuts and bolts.

we weary

of eating their dust

in the grimy substratum

so we rise

from our knees

spitting out truth

with their limp dipsticks

dislodge ourselves

from musty corners

 

buildings rumble

and

the system

collapses

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Carp and the Fishwife

I have carpe diemed

until all the carp

are washed up

on the shore

gasping fishwifery

roughness bristling

impotent

between whistling whiskers

and all I’ve seized

slips termagant and scaly

from grasping idolatry.

I have spawned upriver

up the falls

beyond grandmother’s house

my scales shimmering

rusted rainbow glimmering

floundering

in the faltering

rays of the day

until all I am left with

are mottled fish kisses

flaking incrustations

and the film of rotting chum

scummy skinned

upon my teeth

 

Stripped

I have stripped

languorous and playful

pirouetted inexpert

with bra-toss flourish

inside inviolable cocoon

of lover’s gaze

 

I have been stripped

icy delousing showered

quaking and shaking

silenced in shivering

submission, backlit

beneath baleful stares

 

I have sauntered

in my altogether

sipping coffee

of a lazy morn

desultorily conversant

secure in my abode

 

I have endured

humiliation de rigueur

squat and cough

correctional convention

senses and sensibilities

brusquely manacled

 

I am armored

today

in the smelted iron

outpouring

of all my

yesterdays

cloaked animalistic

in fervor

unbecoming

Authoring Angles

you should write a book

they tell me

various perusers

of my life’s

recent chapters.

ever at internal skirmish

diffident plaid skirted

schoolgirl

raises head and eyebrows

in self-effacing surprise

shrouding wonderment

beneath a shrug

and a vague maybe someday

while dauntless

badass bitch

square of shoulder

and peg, ill-fitting

of normative round holes

gazes direct

between hard-earned

crows’ feet

barely biting back

damn straight

and everyone

should read it.

 

belatedly

I consider

each source

evaluate motivation

feel out

hidden angles

compile subtitles

to my unwritten

narrative

 

not for voyeuristic consumption

I am NOT an object lesson

 

dare the world

read

with open eyes

Poison Penned

Whisper and the Roar

I’ve been sipping hemlock

in my coffee

it dripped off

your eyelashes

in disdainful

disavowal

with each unnerving sip

collapsing breaths

ask what would happen

if you looked at me?

Would the razors

in your eyes

slice my shrinking soul?

Would you see, perchance,

me, no demonic priestess

you have burned in effigy?

I munch arsenic

on my popcorn

it was sprinkled

from the blast

of your hushed

condemnation

in the nauseating crunch

twisted innards

wonder at the fallout

if you listened to me?

Would my words

rebound against deaf ears

forever silence me?

Would you hear, ever,

hard complicated truths,

not censure and controversy?

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Tribulation Triangle

I am parked in this park

off-road and overridden

under the hazy cumulus

windswept culmination

of my derailed destination.

my off-ramp missed

draped in willowy snakeheads

hissing fiery condemnation

spitting biblical acid

between my eyes,

upon my soul.

jalopy jacked

and history heisted

I scramble among the joists

of the drunken calliope

clanging

maniacal nursery rhymes

sing-along sung

by we misfit toys.

 

decontextualize the context

strip the curves

and flatten the convex

meanings from my torment.

misread my intentions

brand my art graffiti

spray-painted

on your whitewashed

walls.

stamp “defective”

on my existence

while I sweat, laborious

laying the rough-hewn pavers

deconstructing history

reconstructing mystery

step by dusty step

  • follow me!

along

  • do you dare follow?

our red brick road