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The House Cat Blues
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Hambre del Alma I have it,
and there ain't no use in trying to salvage me
I got complexes and I break down hearts like
cardboard boxes
When I look out, I know that I belong somewhere else
I want to fly like time, who knows where it goes
But I just smoke cigarettes on the porch,
my momma glarin down my back
She knows I've got the Devil in me
And I know it too
I used to cut him out with glass
saying a half assed prayer with every stroke
"Lord, I know what I am. I know what I have done. I know
that I am a creature, not human, just like mamma says"
But mamma says even animals need love
She never beat me
not with fists
cept that one time I tried to swallow them pills
I just wanted to get out
Like Elvis, I just wanted to leave the fucking building
Oh, but hell, she took that away from me too
Can't blame her
They say a lot about a mother's love
How it causes carnage or happiness
I 'spose that's why she kept me so close
She had her own god damned vendetta to play out
So do I
Looking back,
I ain't changed one bit
Still tough as nails
and I got the venom in my veins
Won't nobody hurt me, nosiree
Yeah, right.
I just keep looking in the mirror
telling myself chin up kid
Don't matter how many times I get fucked,
I still hold the light
And every window I stare out of just proves it
That sun always reminds me I've got the light
Mamma can't take that away at least
this house is full of exit wounds
I may yet get out
Dear God let it be so
The first time I read this, I knew I would have to comment
Forgive me I was pressed for time and delayed in my correspondance. First off, I love all of your poetry! And, here you have penned another masterpiece. This is a poignant and insightful view of how a life can be almost like living on an island-difficult, isolated and almost cruel. It is impossible not to get emotionally involved with this poem, such a personal choice, right or wrong your mixture of free verse with lyrical prose, a fretful story about two people that creates such breathtaking poetry. Makes one wonder, how can life be sometimes so black and white with all the grey that remains in between.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Thank you Dylan. I am really
Thank you Dylan. I am really proud of this one and I was hoping you would read it. I always look forward to your encouraging comments. They mean a lot to me.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.