ridiculous

 

 

 

I am ridiculous

devoid of subtlety.

Ridiculously bald. All

poems, ridiculous.

Ridiculously melancholy.

My curves, those that

don't intersect themselves

any longer, Ridiculous.

Usually satisfied by the

same value of my variables,

and what about that is not

ridiculous?

Mother knocked on the door

of the garage trying to stop

the shrill whining,

the sparrow that lit like Sexton

so gray and unassisted on the

cold, ice shelf.

Ridiculous, yet pure

as the language of dissimilated

ghosts, sincere as the living

but free of adulteration and

Ridiculous. Me and

Mario ridiculously naked,

passing rapidly over a flame,

sleeping as children on the

pee stained sheets, ridiculous.

Waking early on Saturdays to

watch the Sinbad movie where the

sea monsters moved in cuneiform

brown blocks before being slain/

original for 58, but ridiculous.

Waving our menaced, brown arms from

the chariots and  chosen for love

like the blue sailor suit that chose me

until I was seven.

Now, ridiculously grown,

I choose Viagra when I even

suspect there might be the slightest

chance, the tiniest  inkling of

a possibility, that somehow,

somewhere in the universe, someone

 thinks as I do. Which is the ridiculously

untamed thought of the inpatient

who needs another  ridiculously warm blanket

on his knees.

 

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

“Usually satisfied by the
same value of my variables” actually, being satisfied with the sum value of your variables is a good thing if you ask me, not ridiculous at all! You have taken us back to your childhood and some of the nostalgia (Sinbad movies) made me smile while some of it made me sad. Feeling scorned or demeaned by a parent can last through a lifetime....the humiliation felt is like a knife in the soul. At the ending of your poem, I felt as if these were the thoughts of an older man in a nursing home....warm blanket on his knees and only memories to keep his soul warm. The emotions throughout this write are intense. Excellent work. Lydi**

[Corset]

You ...arghhh, you ...argh....I'm so overwhelmed that is about all I can get out...squeaks, clicks, shaking fists, , why why why can I not do this? write, just like this! oh I try, damn you, I try you know I do...I thought I was almost there with "Crickets" and now you throw this one out there...If this is ridiculous, then I wanna be ridiculous too, but with a easier life than this one, (sorry, I'm ridiculous but I won't wish this on my worst enemy, but you )...I want the entire world to read you, twice.

[NebraskaHope]

"I am ridiculous
devoid of subtlety. "
First line drew me in,
and so did the last ... keep up the good work .

[Emily B]

I beat my fists on concrete walls because my words don't come out right. And you, even when you think that you are ridiculous, are just sublime

you are loved

[W.k.kortas]

Poetry as roman a clef--wry and knowing stuff, painfully true vignettes as proof pudding how we are ridiculous and clownlike from the cradle to the grave.

[luna11]

thought-provoking, and beautifully written :)

[K. Louis]

R E D I C U L O U S L Y beautiful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life does seem ridiculous doesn't it...and we are ridiculously inspired to write ridiculous poems that ridiculously interested readers might read and somehow relate to their ridiculous lives.

i could use one of those warm blankets...

as poets we often wonder if we are on the same wave length of normal people...but then as poets, we do have each other to understand us...

you have such depth...love the reference to the sparrow, the garage and sexton...where she so eloquently and quietly ended it...the ridiculous poetic life she could no longer live.