life's harvest.

Life's Harvest.

Puppets on strings
limp
uninterested
shimmer to the command
of fate's twisted smile.

One with an Uzi,
another
a Glock:

the excuse for father's absence.

Working class war
whore
dissected,
rotted reason of banality,
wetted by the appetite
of every strangers intrusion:

fists clenched
face frozen frayed,
pupils dilated
rage:

they were mummies boys.

White lines peppered the neon glow,
insight pickled
beyond delusion,
consequence of feeling poor,
rooted from the age of six.

Desires overflowed with every passing blow,
erect extensions of manhood
pleasured,
each scream driven,
showered the mall,

memories like shards flew faster than
R.E.M.s at 5:05.

The whites of my eyes
popped
as one voice echoed

'please… forgive me.'

Words
filtered
without ego,
desperate
yet warmed.

Death.

the blanket that wraps us all,

life's harvest.

Copyright.2007. SYMPATHY'S SYMPHONY

Michaela James.

strangelove.

The heartache of innocence
created by soiled memories,
drove the devils dice
through God's eyes,
my hollow scream
split in two

frozen fears
ideas
ill informed,
stomped out education by
raising hell within my childlike mind.

Mother was manipulated six fold,
father?
the guiding hand,
fists for favour and folly,
uncompromising unity of the left and right.

The only place to hide
was the distant dream
drowned,
towering brothers of immense power,
our only playground of green
browns and
blood reds,
bitter sweet utterance, windswept.

Mother was grotesque,
father?
the binding glue,
clotted the gaping wound,
my vacuum I called strangelove.

Hereditary ignorance of emotion
treasured more than my passing heartbeats,
captured in the wrong time,
born to two monsters,
reconciliation raped by retribution.

I turned full throttle:
left them behind,
severed

yet forever entwined.

©2007 Michaela James.