one of these days

One of these days I will learn that the remote control

is a comfort device, kinda like a September hug thereon

a remapping of when you hadn't left at all. One of these days

I will learn not to go on Angela Tolbert's page and watch her food presentations

when I've spent my midbrain-half-slept nightfall regurgitating Chipotle's

"chicken over the heard of horses" remuda from which those to be used

for the day long are chosen. One of these days objects flying in my dreams arising

from the guilt of my past wrongs, wont separate me from recompense. 

Half drunk, under a full moon and you'de wonder how I got home. Most of us,

least the one's born blind, weary and heart sick

washed upon shores not yet inhabited by man. I swear, I cant love no one

who's breast isn't already scratched from reaching between that Maytag set

my father bough the house in 87. One of these days that book on Pirating you

swore to read with it's brown leather cover used for crushed blunts, i.e., sometimes

you just have to terrify people (Mike Tyson). I saw your car, my bad, a car like

yours across from my apartment.  One of these days prayer beads will forever

rest in their Tallith cylinder: it was me with my petals flying off like the eyes

of the fur-bear I slept with as a child. And what real truth is that anyways?

One of these days I will switch to Marlborough's in the box. I mean

You can guide vermillion thru the needle pricks science pretends as divine but the

further we push ourselves to beautiful, the further the orphanage slams shut.

One of these days even the mused,  clip on ponytails in their condom rich

Gelidium of a fuckboys back pockets, aren't the blood streak

sepal we draw around our handprints in the sand. One of these days

you'll return to old ugly me.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

nothing ugly about you or this poem and for the love of god how do you it...

One of these days even the mused, clip on ponytails in their condom rich
Gelidium of a fuckboys back pockets, aren't the blood streak

I wasn't walking but I just froze in my tracks after reading that, and I heard a very large book drop crash resonate down low and loud in the hallway wasn't standing in!

Your voice is so powerful and unique Dana its downright humiliating sometimes as i shrink away from even writing remark to it but I had to cause well i had to Kaboom

[h d e rushin]

my dearest brother....thanks again for finding my diatribe disguised as passion....dana