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Poem – Silence November 18, 2014

Posted by vscorpiozine in Jade Blackmore, poetry, silence, surreal.
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The worst thing in the world is silence,
cold and criminal, betrayer of psychedelica,
the teen-age spirit gutted
by incorrigible wisdom.
Sand heaves through the open windows
of a pick-up truck in the Sonora Desert.
Handcuffs dangle from opposite corners
of the flatbed through neatly drilled holes.
She walks, squeezed into a black corset,
through stained glass,
a faceless woman in shredded veil.
Dry heat.
The saguaros waver beside her.
Justice never materialized.
It’s not a human voice that she remembers,
Its Eros and St. Michael overlapping,
a hyena on the stalk for fresh meat.
Cactus burn.
Blister of tongues and lies.
Helen Keller in spangled scarves.
Ears flushed clean.
No sound, not even
The tinkle of beads in a baby rattle.
No whisper over long-distance phone lines,
“See you, love.”
English accent on Sunday morning Brooklyn street.
The slurring of a wet kiss in Brazilian soap opera.
except for the whir of a computer and
a mouse scampering on the subway tracks.
Vague tumor in the pituitary.
A stopped anapestic beat is not healthy
for children and other living creatures.
Wet dream of a desert.
The French lieutenant’s woman
in cowboy boots,
the smell of mink oil on leather.
To love the open road, not the accountant’s signature.
Broken air conditioner in warehouse window.
Little girl accosted by shower of stones in Chicago alley.
She’s got a picture of you house-
you’re rocking on the front porch swing
in purple suede boots
like the ones in the 1972 Alden catalogue.
Your hair is endless.
Rapunzel gone psycho.
The veiled woman hears a murmur, a tease,
her wrists, thick-veined but anemic,
chained to a desk,
a rain-drenched tombstone,
the Vatican balcony,
to anything but the truth.
The truth-
handcuffs loose on the flatbed,
not a dab of sweat
from skin to steel.

Copyright 1990, 2005 Jade Blackmore



1. bzniditch - November 23, 2014

Brilliantly enlightening imagery of great poetic and paraphrastistic resources.

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