BLESS ME


there has been bad poems since my last confession




_________________ a monologue ________________________

your face

of cinder
of powder


WHAT what do you want

(she wants music , she wants jazz )

answering her _ YES MOTHER !_
yes I just ruined a tooth opening that fascist bottle




your full strength
now braided
brittle



my mother ? she is not available . she is resting yes . yes. I will give her your regards . no .


I have forgotten

the eggs


THE EGGS ! YES .


yes


I am the egg woman

my liquid organs on display

she can not feel the pain

it is not flesh coloured




WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

MOTHER


is melting


What type of clay was she again ?



(yes , I do this every hour . )





______ I return the word ______
______ sterile _______________






YES

the eggs






no splatter



as you like them







Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-11-24 at 23:02

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Jason Monroe
OH MY!!! The lunacy of it all! All too familiar to me.

Well done...I relate to and enjoy your work.
2007-07-13


English War Veteran aged 98
Hmm - what were you doing in confession? And what you been doing with those eggs? I wanna know what happened to the fluffy while elephant too !!??
2006-11-28


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Tending to eggs, or anything, without appreciation is worse than bad poetry between confessions. It wears one down to a painful nub and then beats the nub regularly, just to have something to amuse. This took me to that nub.
2006-11-25



I know this!! I know the feelings, the brokenness, the words between the lines. I know them in my body's organs.
2006-11-25


David Hazell
Now this is fun. Thanks.
2006-11-25


Kathy Lockhart
Daughters, I feel pain, then frustration, then anger, then pain in this visual text. I sense your burden of trying to please in a very unpleasant situation during your childhood...you never reach perfection in her eyes or perhaps in your own...always not good enough. I know I am filtering this through my own emotional state and may be way off base here. In any event, it is another profound piece that tugs on my heart. Loving you, Mother K
2006-11-24

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daughters of cinder_daughters of powder
by Lourdes