Poem
The ghosts of our fathers shall never leave us.
They hover over our lives
Like Ra over the Temple at Heliopolis.
Concentric rings from
Whiskey shot glasses
Stain our memory.
Punishments roil within,
Rage of the hand, capricious rage
That off-centered expectation of the real.
Sphynx silence,
...
Walking around,
You can’t help learning about longing
For an ordered world, gleaming from a manicured lawn.
How care comes from Chrysthaneumums
Planted tenderly in rings
Around a mailbox.
How the mezuzah on the doorframe
And the quiet outside 2B on a Friday evening,
Is a holy quiet.
How a wild, untamed front...
Cheek to cheek in loving clique,
Warm blanket of security,
The perfect sleep with dreams down deep
And fears faded into obscurity.
Loving girl, skin of pearl
Whose beauty and kindness are one,
The hair in curls, the skirt that twirls
And a mind shining like the sun.
Hair in the wind, legs that are thin
Like ...
In the Human Core,
Grievances wash up
Along resentment’s shore.
As we hold onto grudges
Like seashells we adore.
Buried, buried deep
In the Human Core,
Language’s lattice bears fruit
In the mind’s pergola’s sweet-scented store.
As we pick the ripe analogies,
And bite into the juicy me...
Round and red and full of dread,
Fearful fruit ripe to be bled,
They say beauty hides goodness within
But I simply do not believe them.
Sunlight glistens red orbs on the vine,
Some pop cherries in their mouth and call it divine.
I shudder at the thought and admire them from afar,
The idea of eating one who...
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