ugly sorry

silent scream stars in black and white color

silver foil and bald
felt nicotine
yellow and pink stink
color and greys'
anatomy blue hues
on paper
insects as big
as bed sheets and
bruises lightly frolic off bath
room wall board
curled peeling off into
a child mouth
without canines or wisdoms
a dump clean enough
to stuff
with all calico homespun
filth and elastic
to snap fast back
in shape for rote
recital "Fine, thank you"
trick lollipops= jaw breakers
with a stick for a clue

Gawd, that is gorgeous in it's horror. I certainly grok it.

[Ooo, for those who don't know, grok = "To understand profoundly through intuition or empathy. Coined by Robert A. Heinlein in his Stranger in a Strange Land." And what is mega cool is that the definition is in dictionary.com, one of my fav sites.]

I wish I could do that. How could I not say how beautiful and big you write. Sheeesh !

I guess it didnt need the trigger icon? I put it on because this poem was born of an abuse trigger (literally some ugly wall paper in the here and now) that woke up a 5 year old at " aunt freddies'" house. I thought i was writing out loud and graphically describing the dissociation and disorientation of a child in the " moment" -- but luckily- like my ugly history - its not visible and obvious on the outside. . .luckily now , that is (wasnt too good then that no one could see)

Wow, whatever it is, how you hold your mouth, or which chair you sit in when you do it, keep writing. Your gift in this medium is utterly unique and so powerful.

sqrl.

actually . . .it was the throne. . . and it sort of wrote itself about how it is posible that one leaves ones body when theres no place to go ( allusion to sexual abuse history sorry) " canines and wisdoms" stand also for the inability to physically defend and for lack of information of a childhood. Anyway you leave by merging with the wall paper that is suddenly nesecarily fascinating enough. . .

and this ones mine

and thats all the "poetry" leaveing