for mommy

So, mother's are an interesting phenomena. They bring joy as you bring them joy. Pain as you bring them pain. Pain for joy, or joy for pain. It's one of the most fascinating relationships in life, isn't it? Motherhood. Idolitry. Forgiveness. Resentment. Reciprocity. Unfairness. A variable complexity of human expression. Sometimes, we blame them for the ruin of our lives. Sometimes they do ruin your life! Sometimes, they blame you for the ruin of their's...but do we ever really stop and go--"well, hell. they're human too"? Just a thought. No one right, really. Just a thought. Word.

Over the Crib

Rake

this very soul of mine
into a pure and faithless heap.

Rape

this very body with your weary words foredone.

Finery and sweet-meats are in my skin

lodged in my breast

for you to taste

for you to love

for you to hide from prying eyes and wicked angels' tongues.

Thrust out from our mothers'

wounds--

remembering the day with great fondness:

sometimes wonder,
sometimes understandable lament.

Bloody-bloody laughter in the morning sun

the calling of the

tones of home
the sounds of muffled orgasms

in a young man's childhood bed.

I am frightened of death

I am frightened by your touch

I am frightened by the look in your face when I fail you

as I must
from time to time

with no explanation comprehensible

to your frail and worrisome bones.

But such is the way of the world.

It makes me tired

to be your god.