my eye is detached from human sight
should I have reason to rhyme,
i might-
but the difficulty I have in dabbing my mouth
with jesus's swaddling clothes
is the same problem I have wiping my ass
with the loin cloth he wore to the cross
I won't do it,
usually.
you see,
i am a walking disease
with loud lesions that preach
words budding of black
and purple
and little sins of a little man
i once called dad
(if only you weren't all deaf)
i have sipped on arsenic
until my hair fell out
and they pointed and asked
if i'd recite the Maha Mantra
in simple words with simple flowers
and maybe some small simple cymbals
(if faith only came so easily)
i have found humility
in my breakfast cereal
clovers hearts hate
and choked it down until
i fluttered around as Grace
i've drank with Koch's snowflake
gathering white lines
at 4 am
to go again
again
again
but was never satisfied
with the glamor of pain
so i pen sense
that sells souls
that go nowhere
so fast
and i fuck gabriel's horn
until Sunday screams my name
but it blows no end
no end
and i say half full
when you mean half empty
and i hope
and i pray
and i love
and i wait
and i will make up
some silly rhyme
about the time
you will pick me up blue
with covered hands and arms
and swaddle me in his loin cloth
in his little black bag
with his little black zipper
while my skin is left on the sheets
so red
so purple
so disturbed
at peace.
Author notes
never enough
Maha Mantra what the Hare Krishna recite
Gabriel's horn- the horn the archangel will sound to begin the end; also a mathematical term
Koch's snowflake- a mathematical term; proves the existence infinity within a finite place
humility= humbleness= grace
AIDs- last stages gives skin cancer that forms lesions all over the body; your skin falls from your body as you die; slips right off like a silk slip
In a list
A contest entry
- The Cure 2 by Emmyb.
400 points, ended October 13, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
any questions?
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Indeed, this is a brilliant piece and well deserving of the gold you've garnered for it. I was in Emmyb's contest, too and got the bronze trophy. I can see why she was intrigued by this write and why she's added it to her incredible list, as well. Congratulations on your fine pouring of ink on parchment, Poet. 
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I enjoyed this
it was a little hard to determine what the poem is about in the end until I read the footnote but I get the existential delimma,allthough the skin cancer thing was a little disturbing and I dont know why you would wipe your mouth on jesuses clothes or wipe your butt with his loin cloth.im a little too horrifyed by th econdition to appreciate the the decription of peace that you were giving end but I thought this is a worth reading piece.well written, good job. -
Congratulations, was there any doubt. winks. Excellent.
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Very bold
The description of pain in this poem could be done only by a brave heart, I was spell bound for sometime after reading this, you're wonderfully brave, May God bless you! -
lil' crow ... my dear friend ... you have made me weep ...
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no reason to cry. i'm horrible at translating my eternal optimism into poetry. love ya, crazy man.... and thanks
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this is pain unmasked.
I read this a few times and each time picked up something new that made it even better. there seems to be such depth to your words.
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I'm with Emma, what can possibly be said besides, this is true poetry...
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goodness
I feel strange leaving a comment on this. This piece should remain solo and untouched - like some worshipped grave within a temple.
youve known pain like I could not imagine - to watch a body you live in change and fall to pieces - when your soul and your writing and your head and voice are so strong...
what do I do? can I pray? can I wish you well?
Its not often I find a poet who can transfer whats in her heart onto a screen for others to read in the soul destroying way youve managed to here.
and yet its still so beautiful
and i have nothing more to say about this.
Emma
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thank you for the inspiration. And, yes, prayer, hope, wishes are all welcome with open arms. love to you. thanks
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