"demetri" poems
i ring the door bell twice
the door opens
there is a boy maybe 4 5
he smiles at me
rustled ***** blonde hair
blue eyes shining seeing into me
knowing me in the basest truth
as only children can know
"Hi. Welcome. Hello."
all rapidly said so politely
i step inside
the house is not too large
not small by any means
this porridge is just right
he leads me in as one who
leads a child to
the den well furnished
the father sits in his chair
watching the boy gratefully
the boy buzzing with
the energy of new company
leaps onto the couch and
announces himself
"My name is Demetri. Nice to meet you.
Welcome to my home. What is your name?"
"Sam"
"Hey, Sam, nice to meet you, Sam."
he flips off the couch grandly
grabs my hand and shakes violently
"Nice to meet you, Sam. Im Demetri.
Welcome to my home. Please, please.
Sit, sit."
He pulls me to the couch
I sit so my arm is not dislocated
he lets go wrist hurting
not the strength of a
4 5 year old boy
a well developed boy well spoken
i look to his father who
watches son lost in amazement
proud as can be as should be
the boy is again in my ear
"What brought you here, Sam? Did you
want to see my house? Did you wanna
see my legos? I got a lot of them. I like
building spaceships. I wanna build a real one.
Hey Sam, you wanna build a spaceship."
no idea how to build a spaceship
"Im here to speak with your father, little guy."
"Really? About what? Huh? About what?
Do you bring things to people? Like presents?
Do you have a present? I think I know
what about. You have a present for my dad.
Is that it, Sam, do you have a present?"
im both annoyed and fascinated
simultaneously by the boy
annoyance why father
has not said something
leash this dog muzzle
however
fascination buzzing by simple fact
i did have something for his father
a present
for the father to keep forever
for the boy to find later
Aug 1, 2011
Aug 1, 2011 at 8:26 PM UTC
Ex, ex.: lover, friend, “I love you”, (?)
Creech, bleach, screech, leach, I want to throw my head against a wall if I hear that one more
Time, mine, mine, mine, hers
Sardines, pasta, chicken, ***** not sure if we made nachos,
Morse code: ¿???¿
Vicodin, spilt eggs, late night grocery shopping, that **** ******* place
We sat, flavor blasted, sombrero hanging from your roof with wilted rubber ballooned-friends and red candle wax dripping from your walls
Pick me up, kiss me, walk me into a door frame on the way into your bathroom for our nightly routine of brushing teeth and *******
******* No. More than that.
Shots, you ran to get my phone, you ran back home - to me… we spent my birthday trying to drown out the sounds of us “more than ******* with whiny ***** music that we saw at that concert where you bought me edibles and I felt so high on life and you and the way you said “I ******* love you” on our way back and I knew you didn’t mean it but I pretended to believe it anyway
Demetri. Demon, derailed, detain, dehumanizing, Monster, you held me when I screamed and shoved you, you told me “I’m here it’s me and I am here and you are safe” when I thought you were him, when I thought he was going to **** me again
I didn’t think of him once the first time around and I cried and you asked me what was wrong while half asleep and then forgot about it the next day but I never will. I was so happy.
Grass, wheels, homemade meals- get out get out get out!
Why are you on my mind at 2:33am two years later (I want to throw you up)
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC