scented poem

So

if your one of the Royals you can't say the word "perfume" to the queen. Instead, you have to say "scent". I tried

it on my own mother 87 and rustling, and she pulled a button off my shirt. Sometimes were ashamed of ourselves;

all the witnesses to love or New England winters will tell you so, to bring your true rewards closer to your chest. My

uncle is still waiting for a new liver. Been on the list for like forever, which I heard was not a list at all. Just a room

full of body parts they've sliced from the dead to give out to the ones who can be trusted with another one. And what's so strange about portioning out hearts to those who have proven to the world, compassion? Or livers who have chosen a

warm bone broth to hours of hidden handshakes with strangers, or days sleeping on the steps of the subway? Dreams

ain't s**t if you are tasked to trace them sober or if a witch hovers above your stink (edited afterwards)

and drops your whiskey stained a*s onto deserted streets. Those, the frost will proclaim your worry. Those other dreams

you've disobeyed about chugging through snow at 8am to the Chaldean's for Crown Royal and Dorito's for breakfast. No one looks inside themselves as a witness to their own misgivings. No one loves a trillion lanterns lit on Christmas eve about the lost. Everything that falls rushes with circumstance like a child's verse or a Marryjane you had to chew and chew before the molasses turned enfolding and the taffy spilled above the lost villages and the calm it gave, I imagine, to the little girl on the wrapper, was everything that opens halfway.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

She can't help it, you know she didn't apply for that job.. Like everyone else it picks you.

[h d e rushin]

thank you brother, as always, for those kind remarks...dana

[emmajoy]

Had to read three times, seems there's a trilogy of thought in this, dana...
Seems there's more than analysis of what's going on here and there - anywhere where people need wait in a queue to benefit their rights as human beings. Searching for dues is no fun, but seems has to be done to even go half way in fighting the battle to live, and after all, even crumbs have meaning. So much once taken for granted or bought for a song, is destined to go to the highest bidders or those who know the right people. Fair? Right? Messy and Degrading? No, No, YES!

As ever, your words make a reader think. Maybe my thoughts aren't what were expected, appropriate or wanted.. but best I can do on language that touches my senses.

[h d e rushin]

thank you dearest love....for those kind words....waiting patiently for your annual Christmas collaboration...….dana

[emmajoy]

It's always a special pleasure to delve into you words, dana. And YES, details for/of the Christmas collaboration will be posted very soon. Look forward to more your bootiful thoughts.

[Lorry]

Wow! I know better than to ask a poet how one thought led to the other that led to more, but wow! Fand then it is obvious that it to me, speaks of privelage, and the not so...
Remember as kids, we saw injustices and wanted to know why they just dont do what is obvious and share, help and make sure everyone has an equal chance? Well, now im old and the kids still make sense of the senseless and people still go unseen in the long queue of greed vs need.
Sometimes I see how the multiple universe theory is so prominent these days. Its just people hoping that out there somewhere, theres an earth that got it all right.
Impressive words, that unfolded from a thought, and turned into a pattern of interconnected thoughts, on being "us"

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much lorry for those kind comments my friend....dana

[Lorry]

You're welcome.