A Poem by Colette
This
is like a conversation between 2 sides of the brain from past and
present, can be read from top to bottom or as 2 separate poems--1 left
aligned, the other indented.
New Age Nostalgia
He wants to take me to a strip bar
He hasn’t even taken me for coffee
I have been a deliberate coquette
since I was 4 years old
I sat next to a neighbor boy at the
piano, watching him tap
the ebony and ivory keys
I tackled him, to move in for a
kiss that was not received
He doesn’t know how to deliver affection
He doesn’t know how to play...with me
I played cars...with boys
Climbed trees...buildings
I have been a boy girl since I was
5 years old
He wants me to send him raunchy photos
He wants to believe his dick will bring me closer to God
I went to mass with my mother
Loved her more than any Lord that
could possibly exist
Believed in her love, questioned
everything else since I was 6...
When
my Me’Me’ died
He hasn’t asked what I’ve seen...where I’ve been
He doesn’t know where I’m trying to go
I studied National Geographic
magazine
Went to the Kennedy Space Center
I was perhaps an agnostic Catholic
when I was 8 years old
He ignores, but doesn’t want to be ignored
He hasn’t been taught how to treat a woman proper
I’ve
been a rebel since I was 13
I made a fast exist at 16
Control
by force wasn’t fitting for me
He wants my lips, my hands...my hips
He doesn’t engage my mind, my heart...my soul
I’ve
been lugubrious since I was 3 years old...
when
I saw a ghost of a man standing by my crib
I
am sentient as all animals...
and clairsentient in my enlightened
years...
I feel the suffering of others...and shared
energy with a whale
He doesn’t want to know anything about me
He can’t peel back any of my layers....
He can’t even get close enough to touch one.
I
am a zedonk.
I
am black and white...
and
full of grey matter
I
am a unique masterpiece under an azure sky...
but
rarely looked up to, until I die.
He can’t see...ME
because I’m inside this body....
my spirit...free
and his mind...
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