cranial restructuring

cranial restructuring
Lead [-]

(08/31/09 19:32:32)

ezOP

* Reply
* Quote
* Edit
* Del
*
More
o My Recent Posts
o Show/Hide User's Posts
o Ban
o Manage
o Hide


multiple parallel inputs come
digitized on microwaves into
her head. she's not believing
bad news can travel so clearly.

as if the movie had to be replayed
in a moon with indigestion, half bumped
mostly pregnant. it wasn't enough
what she went thru with the old man
she has to watch the instant replay
with her daughter. funny she thought
the whole family thing came later.

always afraid of miissing something
the pokey li'l puppy ran down the hill
and bumped ahead of every one
but the fastest. she didn't know what she was
getting into. undereducated, badly fed
emotionally scarred . he might be a loser

but he's her loser. unless he isn't. he won't
ask her to stay. her mom
hisses in her ear,he's not good enough for you
he doesn't love you, like that helps one tiny
li'l bit. the pokey puppy grabs her blanket
and huddles at the mouth of the cave.
she can't speak to the lie inside her.










*(&(



maybe it's projection
but it's not the first time
she's been shifted from victim to blame.
all this irresolution, streetwalking
insecurity lookin for a home
a therapist, some soup,
a good night's sleep on a real mattress
might help. but it won't be happening
in that ghetto. it's a recurring theme

looks too familiar to the viewer
she can see the girl's trajectory,
a tragedy with cystic fibrosis lunge
like a persistent, radioactive aftertrace
resultant of her youth. the turtles go
all the way down, and, look
all the way up, too. she wishes
she were not so impotent. she wishes
she knew how to talk to the girl
like they used to, lying in the dark
after story and song, inventing good dreams.









({UUOOO)))































so i guess it's just
a thing. we have parents
and issue with said parents.

things go unresolved into the next gen.
no matter what we do
we fuck our kids up.
we want them to have it easier than us
so maybe it makes up for how bad we had it.


but the patterns need to feed.
and they do . taste this bread, it is my flesh
drink this wine it is my blood, this meal you've
prepared so many times, here on your table yet again.