east vs west
very recently my not-quite-two-year-old son and i were in a serious car accident which demolished our car and our placid well-being but left us only with a few bruises and soreness. i have been slowly processing the planes of feeling about this event; they are many-fold, and i may write about others of them sometime. but today, as i sit listening to descriptions of war, rage, and strife in japan during WWII and the US occupation, fury bubbled up inside: for our car-centric culture, for war, for everyone i ever depended on who let me down.they will not have him
the tanking tipping behemoths
roman tumblecrust
inertive ruination thrust
he is not theirs
the dresden the pyrenees ( the oahu the ichigo)
the man-ash machine (flying)
the wasted effort (firebomb)
mine, he is! and yours!
as are the stars in his eyes
he is i's and me's and mine's
and i would readily cut off his hand
we together belong to restraint
to EMS and firetank
every trace upon the bank
gone but jellied on my flanks
my arm hurts he says
his elbow dents
are places i fly like juggernaut
both the object and the force
he will not be there i insist
yet i am flummoxed
by our tendency
to live and die
posted by hobbledog @ 7:42 PM
3 Comments:
Um....
Mama...?
Are you doing the live thang with your words? I mean... you need to be up, in charge, representin'. You have always had the voice; audible is your friend.
And, lo, it would rock, unless you're already doing it.
No pressure, just observin'.
XOX
Kim
in the words of uma thurman: "I SAID GODDAMN!"
You write so beautifully. I love reading anything you put down. Amber
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