The Coldwar Poets

I imagined us the Cold War poets..
Lie'ing cheating stealing, everything humanely possible, sodomy, lesbian
Transgender - tri delta - transit (keep your keys in your pocket or mama' gonna steal em'. and have the po-po on yo' a*s) tri- three - triangle- trinity - the holy f*****g trinity- all seeing eye- that triangle, the pyramid, the one on the American bill..yeah that one, the secret sex society that rich men join so they can all go to a sauna and oil each other up

up

up

up and away their dicks go flying into outer space and what do we have left? Flesh, pigs, skin, muscle, gangly, gauzy, granddaddy bones. Bones Heaps of bones and bones heads and slime - stuck to the walls and the floors . Nothing. MOM ITS NOT F*****G EASY TO BE LESBIAN!!! to be your daughter, mom. It is not easy to be your daughter. Your half blood daughter. Your mixed skin daughter. Your prize to be had daughter. Your dirty daughter. Your s**t daughter. Your converted to something like 'secular humanist 'or 'buddhist influenced guru daughter. I like dr. mi.Les neale this is a shout out to him, he has the most beautiful calming voice I have ever heard. he puts me to sleep like a baby every night. spirit daddy - hello. my spirit animal is a bear. abeautiful woman once told me that, and ithought i would agree..because there wasn't much I could argue with there.

so, all of us poets , you..and you , yes. the one reading this. yes. you too. we write our lives from rock and stone , we bleed through the paper and evaporate somewhere in the exhale between one mind to another out there in the galaxy. thought frequency-sequel. my uncle said to always elaborate to be more convincing. poetry is nothing without space talk. we are cosmic philosophers. you do know that right? it is the secret nobody tells you : poets are the smartest living breathing beings on the planet.

if you know this- you ARE a poet ; and we are halfway there to figuring out the world and the way it works. all of us in a dusty old fashion room, like the one of my dreams :collaborating and writing and laughing and smoking and breathing and breathing and breathing and breathing and breathing and breathing and breathing.

Author's Note

Robot tells me this is a bit staggered. What do you think?

Reviews

[Megusta19]

The ebb and flow of this piece is breathtaking--what strikes me most here is the rhythm of it: chaotic but still controlled. At first I was overwhelmed by the amount of text, but none of your phrases was any less impacting than the others, and that was impressive to me. Masterful work.

[h d e rushin]

went to bed at 12, woke up at 3:14 am with a poem stuck In my head. One I had started but
couldn't find a good reason for doing, like changing the brakes on Mothers car when she stopped
driving it in 09. "It is the secret nobody tells you", that predetermined sequence of operations that respond to encoded instructions. Even though (and i'm blinking my eyes here) I understand the
disconnect between what I've dreamed from that which involuntarily controls me, I cant help
but thinking that poetry is what governs and not something that determines, like an autopsy.

I remember your early poems K. The figurative ones of just a few words, placed, juxtaposed
in space. And I thought, this person is hiding some explosives in their shoe or their nervous
system and that something will ignite it (secretion and peristalsis) and every predetermined
universe (poem form) will be destroyed.

It's happening my friend. And it is dangerous.......dana

[K. Louis]

I love you Dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think it is "staggering"

if we know we are poets, we are....living, breathing the words that show life being between a rock and a hard place, as cliche as that statement is it is true.

a cold war with those who don't understand "different"---poets are different, misunderstood, feared and sometimes hated...

but we do know how it is, how it feels between the lines...
we know and try to let others know what it is like...but who listens...
this poem makes me think of two quotes...one from sylvia plath.."readers want to know from someone who has been there and knows the worst"

but also from Melanie Safka...who sang "i am not a poet, living is the poem"

but many don't see that i guess.

i was totally absorbed in this write.

[K. Louis]

Thank you so much. I'm so happy you could enjoy this one, Jacob.