Hosanna! Hosanna!
I myself:
ongoing moving
violation & criminal
discriminator, don’t I
rip-off the WHOLE
every step I take, move
I make, word I speak?
A natural selector, raptor,
monkey-wrench wrangler
wrestling whatever I need
to suit my business?
And whatever IT takes,
I take, moving through
a field or mall paying
efficient attention to what
fits my agenda: crow
flying from cornstalks,
corduroy pants at The GAP:
don’t I grab what I need
ignoring the rest—attention
deficient to most of the whirl?
My old man razor
stropped my behind
for setting fire to an
empty lot behind the
nunnery from smoking
butts picked up off the
steps of the Catholic
church: Whoop & Whop.
And in school you had
to bend over and grab
your ankles to receive
knick knack paddley
whacks earned for
various grade school
infractions: busting my
big red pencil over the
head of a school mate,
dropping my ruler under
Carol Kull’s desk to see
if I could see her panties
as I fetched it home.
Chick Block down the
street, couple years older
& more advanced, showed
me how groan ups “make
love – Lie down on the
floor—no: on your tummy—
and I’ll represent, simulate,
demonstrate.” and of course
through the years: peep and
probe and cop a feel passing
thru hallways holy smokes
and mirrors: candy is dandy
but liquor is quicker & we
didn’t call it abuse back
then.
IT, I said.
Violence?
Of course. Always.
Part & partial: see me
hear me touch me feed me
a natural born crime against
the holy; no wonder guilt
over whelms: its feeling
of dept & obligation.
So much taken.
So little given back
& payment owed.
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Save now. Save now.
Oprah, Drs. Phil & Oz:
heal me from my violent
ways: walking wounded
& vulnerable: damaged,
and damaging,
.
No comments:
Post a Comment