May 6, 2010

Poetry: The Jig is Up

never have i been so exposed
the whole of the universe
gawking at the scar between my legs
that gnarly red gash
that has spanned generations
and traversed state lines
and jail cells and death
yes, even death

I am beyond naked
laid raw over the knee of
some woman I barely know
taken to town, my yelps
turning to howls, a wild consumer
needing to be caged before
I find myself hanging from a dollar
i must be stopped

therefore i acquiesce
my ability to maintain and sustain
negated under the weight of
this fail and offer my salty regret
at their feet, wishing for bruises
and rubber trees and gasping
and yet, I am greeted with,
disappointed by, more love. still

they are the chain fence I need
to wrangle in this sweet hurricane

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