Survivors
awakening ?
stagnant, soured crypt-born breath.
dead dry dull be-drugged lumberous limbs,
unnatural, torpid, slothful misery - mired miasma,
snake onto the doll's blanched legs
sputom covers its arms as they try in vain to rouse her
(she's a doll! are you crazy?!)
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
Cries are vain.
Your crying is so very vain.
You are so very vain, my dear,
but this so endears me to you, my love -
now stroke me here, my little doll;
stroke me darling; do not cry;
the comedy: her reddened eye,
a missile aimed a bit too high -
Cries are vain;
you feel no pain.
You Feel No Pain.
You Feel No Pain.
~~~~~~~
Life hangs in dreams of other times - only -
nevermore, not here, never here again -
“”””””””
Life's far-flung angels, replaced by saccharin beasts;
flesh rolls, turbid torturous bellows
upon the tiny downy pillows,
pins the petite porcelain creature;
murdered heart; stilled sane soul;
(never really stolen Soul)
stained crimson numbing treachery;
a fortnight sleeps the memory
three - decade death, debauchery -
inanimate creations do not sleep;
man-handled forms no substance make;
life, now a thing to look upon
a once-remembered dream, a dawn,
a song, smiles, love; no morbid steeping;
quagmired hopes, desperate screams -
She lay in drink- drowsed guilty dreams
drink-drowsed dirty dooming dreams.
~~~~
crush such lecherous vapid demons
stir curdled leche * in their tea
malignant monsters pound pale porcelain
dead the dolls who blinded be -
“Take them to your quilted halls;
anesthetize their baths, burn all;
confiscate their tight-laced shoes,
their bottled love; their airless thrills;
feed them tiny rainbow poison
rolled in ether, made by boys
who self-flagellate in basement cells
conspiring to demonic calls…”
be above;
be silent behind your huge oak desk,
where dolls lie coiled in deep unrest;
experiment: the Fury pays -
always offer them a space
to speak; pretend to hear their cries;
in history they find a way
to still the pain
to slay the dreams;
call them crazy
steal their lives
frigid smiling doll housewives
sing on the telly
play world games;
some celebrate a different way;
some celebrate in other ways;
(we pay and pay and pay and pay ....
what are our crimes?
maybe I shall never know
maybe we will never know
and we cannot confess
we can never tell
you know why
what are our crimes?
maybe I shall never know
maybe we will never know
and we cannot confess
we can never tell
you know why
~~~~~
She lay in drink- drowsed guilty dreams
drink-drowsed dirty dooming dreams.
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Hold the doll down - down!
Irritated dolls have been known to speak –
“down! down, she cried! “
“down! down, she cried! “
Tease her mouth; the willow switch tickles them;
Look!
(drowned laughter foams upward above her; she floats away on its current}
("teacher, terrible thing, what happened to the gold girl - do
you wonder where she's gone?")
“ look away; look away; you may find this part slightly
unpleasant.”
(how do you survive here?)
Early; too early, four in the morning! I should be dreaming; should have had my sweetened tea! (drifts…)
“…you selfish bastard! Help me finish here. Stifle! Here! A
rag - stuff the mouth- there - good- good boy- “
Really? really I may go far? (earnest and hopeful)
* leche : milk, Spanish
English Nat'l Ballet