"umbillical" poems
In the womb he was connected
With a thousand years of family
Coursing through the tether
Of an unfortunate mother.
Then culled from the herd
In a distant cow town
For permanent loan.
With the pretext, the equivocation:
He'll have a better life.
When someone other deems to tell him,
He'll cry, he'll hide,
Reject, accept,
It's his need for human affection.
He can't forget what didn't happen,
A past that wasn't shared;
Of stories reaching back through years.
The anecdotes on celebrations,
The exaltations, deprivations,
Tales shared like bread
By lost generations.
All his life he's felt the itch
To scratch his DNA.
One day, the knock is heard,
Bells may ring,
There, standing straight on the stoop,
A refracted image of oneself,
Trans-parent cord through missing years.
Aye, there will be tears.
(You'll explain your teenage fears,
Your family's lack of understanding;
The time when wanton women
Had babies out of wedlock)
He listens to the reasons,
Stirred in the heaping crock.
He learned of love,
Was schooled with affection,
He knows he wasn't known to you,
That he was left
For personal sake.
He crosses fingers,
Like plated scissors,
To snip the cord he's hung on;
To sever the love,
You never delivered,
To a son
You never knew.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
I was born with fists clenched
And full of contradiction.
I was born teeth first
And mouth last, which is to say
I knew how to bite back
Long before I knew how to open.
I was born with an umbillical noose
And blue skin.
Sometimes I forget that
There was, in fact, a revival.
I was born into a family
Of magicians.
Maybe thats why
I find comfort in the empty rooms.
I was born there.
Sometimes I think about
The sins I have not yet commited
And can't remember
Anything about Eve in a wedding dress.
Sometimes I think about the sins
I am actively committing
And relive the Leviticus stoning of
my own Mother
when I was seven
And she made my father disappear.
I was born hearing folklore
Of a hare that was too tired
to finish the race.
I was born being the tree that it napped against,
And also the hare
And also the finish line
And also the unfinished line
And never the tortoise.
I was born on Noahs Ark.
I have always been
The 39th night.
Always close to the sun returning in the morning
But never and closer,
Though I have been a rainbow
And I have held concrete.
I have gone swimming in the mud.
I **** the panic with smoke.
I know all three states of god
Because I was born the
god of something.
I was born the God of my body
And that's something
That's never going to change.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
we met on a whim,
a comment or two,
reading each others soul
words of love
washed down into my heart,
more words would make it grow
as time moved on
i felt closer each day
i could feel the words
her heart would say
a year passed on
then i realized
my feelings
i could no longer hide
my soul
just seemed to feel
at home in her heart
like we knew each other
in another life,another time
i told her this many times
we grew closer and closer
as time moved on
finally i told her
that i was in love
how in the hell can you
fall in love on line
my heart would ask
finally she responded
she was flattered but apperhinsive
but she was interested
we talked on for a while
we laughed and talked
for hours on end,i told her all my dreams
she just seemed to follow them with me
she gave me her number,told me to call
i waited a couple days before i called
her voice sweet and soft as she said hello
my heart skipped as i said
it's me
she fell in love with my voice she said
our love grew in leaps and bounds
we talked for hours,i pulled her in to my life
she told me she loved me to,she didn't understand how it could be true
then one day it all fell apart
she had time to search her heart
a long distant romance could never fulfill her heart
she needed to feel the love that we shared
she told me to come
and we would share our love forever
but i just couldn't go
obligations just wouldn't let it be
so she said goodbye to me...
her responce
What captured me,was the familar of you
i heard it in the sound of your voice
soothing,creative cozy atmosphere like the warmth of being home again.
and then i gathered morsels of the gleeful crazy flavor of you
sprinkled within the lines of all your colorfully creative stories
like highlight spakles of the childlike passion filled heart of you
oh my god,the heart of you,it's smile was so,,
and i swear i felt you wink at me with those tickling lashes of knowing,
knowing you blush filled me to scrumptious liquid rapture,
and then you nourished a deep root in me,a tethering so umbillical,
i felt you twixt my thighs,you were so,
and then i swear i saw my name in it,,
the title of your love story,
and my cheeks swelled with importance,my heart full of stardom,
for i was blooming in the ripple of you, so deep and so familar ...
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC