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Oct 2013 · 1.3k
Hair
Patricia Drake Oct 2013
I took it off
my red hair
because I could
it was mine to take
I took it off
and I feel good
I feel reset
set free
from the image
other people wanted to see
this way
they get to see me
Oct 2013 · 261
Did We Sleep?
Patricia Drake Oct 2013
did we sleep
and did we dream
the same line
did our dreams intertwine
in here
for a moment
did we sleep?
Oct 2013 · 516
Random Rhyme About Poetry
Patricia Drake Oct 2013
Is there poetry
In repetition
Life as a prediction
In the safety of precision
Indecision?

Is there poetry
In every fight
As long as we write
Let our words take flight?

Is there poetry
In all
Every word
Misspelled and all
Is there beauty to enthrall
In every poem we put
On this wall?

Is there poetry in this
Or will it need something
Maybe a kiss
Will it have to promote bliss
Or happiness, love
For you to think
That there is poetry
In this?
Oct 2013 · 302
Angel
Patricia Drake Oct 2013
you know
an angel
may be here
to help you see
how much light
your darkness
holds
Oct 2013 · 4.1k
Suburbia Danica
Patricia Drake Oct 2013
Our paths are paved here
with smooth black asphalt
lined with s-cut stones
so we won't have to touch
ground
between our semi-detached
houses
and our small fenced gardens.
Our paths lead to nurseries
and to school
and a medium sized supermarket
and they are all flanked with well kept
bushes and lawns
This is Suburbia Danica
Our paths are made like circles
so we stay
Our children don't get lost
and our happiness doesn't
escape.
Again, this year, Denmark has topped the list of The Happiest People in the World. The poem is a footnote...
Oct 2013 · 541
V
Patricia Drake Oct 2013
V
he came
from shadows
with ideals deep
and dark
his elegance
wrapped in mystical
musical
eloquence
beyond his mask
of classic poetic rage
and with him
came a new vocabulary
of beauty
and rebellion
a revolution in
words
burning pain
and reconstructing
from ashes and smoke
images
to set my mind free
Oct 2013 · 471
Reset
Patricia Drake Oct 2013
I wanted to
Reset
beauty
And surface
For once
Start over
Not minding public
opinion
Cut it down
to its roots
To allow life
To grow
Anew
In its place
Oct 2013 · 530
Elysium
Patricia Drake Oct 2013
like a room without
colour or
perspective
no corners
no shades
no beginning
and no end
just random pegs
and light
onto which our threads
can be attached
for a moment
resembling something
contours
of a set
creation
Sep 2013 · 531
Alien
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
there is a pain
in the abdomen
as if
a sneaking suspicion
is trying to raise itself
to the conscious self
something was hidden
a long time ago
or maybe only last week
it hurts now
it wants out
Sep 2013 · 510
Close
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
If I look closely
at our electric lights
they, too, flicker
I sense the changing current
tonight
Sep 2013 · 598
A Paradise
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
On my way here
I met a worm
and I lifted it up

out here
the trees are buried
in time's salty dunes
and on their graves
overlooking the Western Sea
are flowering heather
as tall
as the once mighty
towering oak
now dwarved

and the worm now slithers
right below their leaves
Sep 2013 · 1.8k
Pebbles
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
inside
this fever
I try
to collect thoughts
like pebbles
with my gigantic mittens
and they transform
become birds
or butterflies
and I sink
into rubbery dreams
where my limbs
are like threads
in a spider's web
Sep 2013 · 591
Islands
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
Those dark spots
had always been there
always intrigued him

He imagined them
to be islands
where he could go
in his dreams
and her white skin
would be endless beaches
in the sunlight

But they disappeared
with her
and were gone for years
he had nearly forgotten
until today

Those dark spots
appeared again
under a different light
away from the sun
and his dreams
the islands were cold
like the fluorescent light
and her lips

The sea had gone dry
like  her eyes had no tears
and they begged of him
to give them his
for old times' sake
Sep 2013 · 1.6k
Air Pressure
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
perhaps it was the water
the touch of pressuring drops
and unspoken words
the larynx blocked
perhaps by water
and hands pressing skin
perhaps moist hands
and air
triggered her tears
Sep 2013 · 522
Flowers
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
I noticed him
as I entered the room
I noticed how his eyes
like those of a botanist
investigated my flower
how the purple and black had spread
and raised the skin
as if my blood were tactonic plates
threatening with eruption
I noticed his smile
and I knew
how this man truly knew
these flowers
where they grew
how to obtain them
and make them bloom
I wanted my flower to bloom
Sep 2013 · 437
Possible Memory II
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
The door
the door had always been locked
the door had always been locked and no key
they said
the door had always lacked a key

the sounds
the sounds came from the door
the sounds came from behind the locked door
I could tell
there was something behind that door

a voice
a voice kept calling
a voice kept calling pleading and calling
for  me
a voice kept calling for me to come downstairs
Sep 2013 · 662
Possible Memory
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
There might have been two
exchanging kisses with tequila
on torsos and tongues
salty zing
and a friend mingling
mixing and masking slight
burns
and the tequila might have evaporated
only tongues and torsos left
thighs...might have touched
and a tongue tickled the two
others
in turns
Sep 2013 · 938
Assembly
Patricia Drake Sep 2013
we were late
the gathering had already begun
a solemn voice recited
his stories
his words
became ours
among whitened walls
behind him were instruments
quiet like us
anxiously waiting
unfamiliar with house
rituals
he finished and we applauded
along with the faces
captured on canvas
and hung with nails
on the walls
The next voice was a woman
she spoke in verse
free, blank,
only slightly
ordered
but sensual
inviting
inside and beyond
our faces
her voice
her body
reflected in the windows
and we were invited
to eat and drink upstairs
that night
with words
and faces surrounding us
voices and music
a strange lady
performing
mostly to herself
but everything
telling more stories
for us to contemplate
until next time
Aug 2013 · 488
Mute
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
There is something
they don't capture
on film
some sounds
they don't record
how loud
the breaking of bone
the cracking
when teeth are pulled
and skin
how it sounds
when the surface of skin
bursts
and muscles, sinews
are torn
in the cinema darkness
I wonder
how we would react
if the sound was 3D
too
Aug 2013 · 374
Shared Dream
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
For a while
we shared a dream
of buttons, fabrics
elongated figures
frozen on platforms
we saw the inside
of memories subjective
overlocked and sewn
into costumes and masks
behind the screen conveyed
in experimental dance
we watched the shapes move
for a while
communicating
feeling the motions deep
underneath our skin
like whispers
unable to touch
for real
there were sample displays
to satisfy this need
safely
on our way out
Written after a trip to see Nick Cave's exhibition  "The World Is My Skin"
Aug 2013 · 1.3k
Prime Taboo
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
We eat
we consume
we devour
destroy
all
until we bulge
we bloat
we burst
with our wealth of
fat
so we ****
we nip and we tuck
and with luck
we get to **** up
the whole thing
again
as we eat
we consume
we exploit
until we explode
why not
why not just eat
us
ourselves
our own excess flesh
and thus
spare the world
a little
for a change?
Aug 2013 · 783
Footnotes on Terrorism
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
For our sakes
they are plated with silver
now
for our sakes
they are just pieces
of once upon a terrible day
disassembled bodies
flesh
with ragged edges
hung on hooks
for our sakes
collectibles
from afar
they look almost pretty
blood removed
and reasons
like justification
none
Aug 2013 · 374
Sunblock III
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
But in the dark there were letters
like keys
to boxes of treasured light
that did not sting
or burn out
like the sun
Aug 2013 · 410
Sunblock II
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
...and darkness crept in
through the cracks
of a fake smile hiding
the real
painful enlightenment
that truly blocked
the sun
Aug 2013 · 353
Sunblock
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
I stopped writing
because of the sun
I could not see the dark
and my letters
became invisible
so I stopped
and waited for clouds
Aug 2013 · 1.2k
Eavesdropping On The Train
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
He asked her how many
Breaks she needed
From work, possibly
(she must have quit)
Or school, maybe
(no plans, apparently)
How about him?

She answered
It was easy for him
With his job
(a banker)
With his security
(pension plans)
To preach prudence

He continued his campaign
Against letting go
She said for freedom
(from a dead end job)
He argued for stupidity
(no plan it seemed)
And no backup

She fought him
In self defense
Fenced his words
And stripped their relationship
Exposed all
Their personal values
Until they left
The open compartment train
Aug 2013 · 314
Slips
Patricia Drake Aug 2013
I forgot
Yesterday
I suddenly forgot
How
To button my shirt
I forgot
For a second
Then I remembered
It all

I forgot again
This morning
I suddenly forgot how
To get to work
Or to get home
I forgot
Until one wrong turn
Made me remember
The right direction

I forget
For seconds
Or minutes
I forget
For how long
I forget
Myself
I am scared
But then I forget that
too
Jul 2013 · 650
Blue Sky
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
From accounts of the massacre
and the thoughts behind
written by the killer beforehand
and which I read last night
I have come to the shore today
to find balance
in watching life on the beach
the sky never this blue
and in listening
to my children laughing
to block the echoes
of what I have read;

How he had sought out the island
with the most passionate of youths
how he had gleefully shot them dead
believing that their views were wrong
how he hated them
and the people they refused to hate
and how they had to die
like I would
like my children would
if he had had his way.

I look up
the sky is still blue
and all I hear
is the sound of my girls
laughing
Jul 2013 · 656
Paradise Compromised
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
With everyone's attention fixed
on the bomb in town
killing eight important men
and women
the island was calm
like a safe haven
getting safer
for the passionate youth
assembly
as a policeman arrived
by boat

But he did not talk much
did not answer questions much
on the boat there
and as they arrived
he shot those who asked
and the coast was clear

Like in a violent game
there were shouts and screams
and he cheered
with every experience ****
and as exploding bullets tore
bodies
and sent frightened fugitives
to their deaths on the cliffs
or in the cold water
he laughed
and he killed more
than just the spirits
of 69 youths
that day
In memory of the horrible massacre at the Norwegian political youth camp on Utøya two years ago, where 69 people were slaughtered.
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
A live object
Sentenced to die
The artwork itself
Makes a request
For help with an appeal
Which
If successful
could change
The outcome
Altogether

If not
The object will die
By the system
And by the artist
Become food
For goldfish
To complete
The work of art
Jul 2013 · 952
EX Human
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
He used to be
used to have a name
a family
but he killed them
shot them dead

To the system
he is a number now
an ex human
excluded
exiled
in his own country
and sentenced
to extermination
someday

Until then
is silence
forever
days upon days
of gradual removal
from their consciousness
and from life
outside

But now we know
and we will not forget
Gene Hathorn
or his story
we will fight
the dehumanising system
we will tell his story
and we will make people
think
and act
like human beings
Another reaction to a powerful reality based work of art by Marco Evaristti. The Evaristti piece is called "Five to Twelve" and is telling the story about Gene Hathorn - a Death Row prisoner. For more information about the Evaristti installation and its context: http://www.anniedorsen.com/useruploads/files/futurity_of_(_democracy_in_america).pdf
Jul 2013 · 451
Evaristti´s Question
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
Carassius auratius auratius
exhibited
live
in live blenders
for our sake

Would you
out of curiosity
or simply
if you had the chance
push the button
and destroy
lesser life?
Jul 2013 · 1.7k
Voucher
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
Lucky me
I got a voucher
In my pocket
to cash in anytime
I need
$50,000
more than my kidney

Lucky me
I get to choose

Surgery
I'd like to post "Voucher" with this short explanation.
I went to see an exhibition of Marco Evaristti at the Trapholt Museum of Contemporary Art the other day. It made such a powerful impression on me that I had to write something.
One of his works was a collection of artefacts from a surgery room, a video showing a kidney removal procedure, and information posters about how ***** trafficking (often involving theft and subsequent sale) is common in the 3rd world, where the "donor" seldom gets any compensation.
As part of the artwork, the artist had made vouchers for the public to use if they wanted to donate their kidneys and receive $50,000 in compensation. The reason for the huge illegal ***** trafficking is a general shortage of healthy organs for urgent transplants everywhere.
Jul 2013 · 2.4k
Passive Aggressive Danes
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
They enter the bus
Conversing
About busses
Like this one
And other passengers
Taking up space
Designated for them
They do not address us
But clearly
They are talking about
Us
Like they sit in the lobby
In cheap chartered hotels
Taking up space
Conversing
About other guests
Being loud
Or obnoxious
They do not address us
Or ask who we are
But clearly
They assume
And they are talking
About us
Jul 2013 · 783
Seeds
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
Dream seeds
I keep them safe
In my pocket
Like a promise
A possible beanstalk
But how long
I wonder
How long
Will they keep?
Jul 2013 · 529
Curiosum
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
Like a modern piece
Of curious art
Like a commentary
A contrast
Or a twist
To the bronze statue
Behind her
She sits alone
On a sunny afternoon
Observing how
Orange makes people
Talk
Like her solitude
And porcelain legs
Attract stray glances
Mid conversation

All that orange
But the dress
A strapless black!
And she is writing
This moment
Capturing life
An orderly contrast
To sitting alone
Like a curious
modern piece of art
Beneath an old statue
On a sunny afternoon
Jul 2013 · 870
Tension
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
On a day like this
When the air is dense
(with silence)
With summer
And essence of Saturday
Sleeping in
Soothing satisfaction

On a day like this
When my mind is numb
(with happiness)
With motives
And musings about madness
My writings move
Towards malicious mazes
Jul 2013 · 2.8k
Absurd Alphabet
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
Attention apprehensive affliction
Becoming begging believing (in)
Chaotic collapses creations
Demanding demolition degeneration (and)
Epic enlightened endings,
Fake fantastic flows (and)
Greater glamour gore (inside)
Hedonistic homemaker hope
Indicating irrational inspiration
Joyful jittering jugs (but)
Knowledge keeping knees
Letting lovers lose (still)
Meaning maybe more (a)
Notice nothing nepotism
Opportunity oppression ordered
Popular pages prohibited
Qua quantum quivers
Revolving random rallies
Sadly still suffocating
Toxic tension talking
Until unique universal
Virtual vanity villains
Wanton winning waves
***
Yes! You yield
Zap, zing, zoom!
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
All this sunshine
And these branches
With leaves and overflowing juices
Saps and morning dew
Surround the bricks
And the polished steel
Of content frigid happiness
Boxes
All these boxes
With things we must do
And rules for obtaining perfection
All this liberty
With obligatory attachments
And abstinence
Beauty
All this gold plated beauty
Bought with fruits and flesh
Fresh blood and bodies every month
All this necessity
This war on voices
Speaking out of turn
And living out of tune
Voices
All these voices
All this unspoken nausea
From breathing imitated air
Between designer chairs
And eating love made slow food
Made by soulless unloving people
Love
All this hollow propaganda
Designed to numb
To tell the critics they're dumb
Until they, too, succumb
To the same ideals
As the rest
Jul 2013 · 392
Irony
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
the irony
in hell being hot
and churches
always cold
Jul 2013 · 567
State of Mind
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
She's nothing but a vegetable
these days
stable and immobile
on life support
no revolutions in sight
she does not speak up
or make demands
she just breathes
a heavy, apathetic breath
aided by machines
fed by machines
sedated by machines
so her condition remains
stable

she tells me stories
amazing tales
of old times
of her dreams and ambitions
of community
with the other patients
around her
she tells me
in a low voice
she keeps still
so she doesn't stir
the others
reads changes in the light
and in the shadows
I believe
she silently hopes
for a ****** revolution
for once
Jun 2013 · 663
Recurrence
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
Every night we were astronauts
Shooting ourselves into orbit
Beneath the fluorescent moon
Until a magic empty

Every morning we crashed
Burst into flames
And died again
Upon entering
The atmosphere
Of the real
Jun 2013 · 864
Skabelse i mellemrum
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
Jeg søger
søgte
søger stadig
efter brikker
pusler spil
spiller
med brikkerne
til de samles
jeg samler dem
i et spil
og jeg spiller det
spiller levende
spillevende
og lever i de spil
som jeg finder
i haven
for jeg har en have
og haven har et træ
jeg har et træ
der bærer æbler
somme tider
sidste år bar det ingen
ingenting
men tingene kom
kom ud af luften
blev luftet
luftet ud
med sproget
sproget sprang ud
og det blomstrede
pludselig
og puslede
raslede og voksede
og skabte
sproget skabte
gennem mig
jeg skabte mig
og sproget
i haven
og udenfor
men mest indeni
så jeg nu søger
forsøger
at finde
***
mellemrum
imellem ***
og ord
for billeder
forbilleder
uden for mig
Jun 2013 · 823
Breaking and Mending
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
One day
It broke
We stopped caring
about spiders and their webs
dust in corners
scattered toys on the lawn
and neigbours judging
We stopped

But then it began
the construction of new paths
new connections
outside us
morally deranged but marvellous
in their metaphors

And then the fights started
discovery of deceit
the heartbreak
and the revellations
revealing devils and demons
and dark desires

Gradually
It healed
We began to love
not sweet, innocent, postcard love
no! mad, ******, nasty love
a yelling, crying, caring love
not taking anything for granted love
We healed
Jun 2013 · 473
If...
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
...and what if I took it
just once
took the ticket
and let go of a day
let it pass
with my conscience flowing
my whole being dissolved
with the substance in my saliva
and the fires in my brain

And what if...
I let existence be an eruption
of emotion
and sensory floods
of fluid, fluorescent light
If I took it
would I be able to let go
and be me
again...
Jun 2013 · 764
Solipsis
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
I see it
the body inside sound
And images
marks
Upon my skin
I see shadows
like masks inside light
I sense
I sense a presence
Circling my planes
Perverting perception
I see us
Our minds like bodies liberated
Reaching,  splitting
Creating
Truth
In *******
For a moment
Jun 2013 · 551
Kitchen Scene
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
I could have killed her
easily
for a long time I just watched her
as she sat there
she had crawled in there
not realising the danger
the trap

This way I was able
to observe
with equal amounts of disgust
and scientific fascination
she was my enemy
my conscience, my shame
and I knew that

at some point
she would have to die
Jun 2013 · 388
Lost in a Dream
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
I dreamt of Columbia
of a city in the clouds
and my hands on fire
wielding powers
unimaginable

I dreamt of beauty
floating
connecting
creating pathways
for narrative

Today
I have spent my whole day
dreaming
of going back
Jun 2013 · 411
Equals (10w)
Patricia Drake Jun 2013
I'm not writing
Poetry
I'm having ***
Same thing
Actually
May 2013 · 808
XXX
Patricia Drake May 2013
***
With their celluloid lakes
inviting,
their every crevice open
for exploration
and hands gesturing
groups and individuals
to come inside
they offer lifts
and roller coaster rides
augmenting reality
in sensory 4D

He presses the button
and we both enter
going up
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