pretentious twaddle, 1995

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keacreme
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ABSTRACT

i will die in the center of my mind
in 2012, the Maya said
curled up in a bowl
every murder of moments past
filling my hands
keeping me from climbing out

REALITY

i died last wednesday, 11pm, eyes closed,
the voices of my mother and my lover
pushing my mind in on itself.
they came to an agreement,
and the timbres of their voices crashed
down about my feet till i was buried.
each saw me as her sole possession,
and neither would have me
for i could not choose between them.
my mother saw my lover as a breathing sin,
my lover convinced me i was right in loving--
but she could not cut the cords of
silk and blood binding me to my mother.
and so i died-- so both could have me always.

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AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
The Mayan's...

did predict that the world would end, come 2012.. so if we believe.. then we can write all the twaddle we want, right. This poem reminds me so much of a story my Grandpa told me. When he was a young snapper he was humping this young chick and went to see the parents to get their blessing for marriage. They gave him an ultimatum, give rid of your motorbike and then you can marry our daughter. Everyone was shocked and no one waved when he drove away on his bike and never looked back...I guess when 'love is put to the test' no one really knows what the answer will be.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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A very brief prose piece; it's over before the emotions contained have a chance to be fully felt and you have to do it again.

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