Damaged Goods

Quelle domage…

What Damage!

Goods

It’s all about the

goods

Import Export, hormones hormones

Mighty Memory

Repeals the Ear Twist

She cannot stop

her brown-shoe tapping

Camouflaged to look organic,

Like Free-Run eggs

She smiles and twirls,

Like a lively tornado

Lovely Little lady

With reverent revenge

Damn her

She sickens with repitition

The same tired scene

wants to lay down

It needs rest.

And She, like a slave driver

(not the kind that sings the ‘wheels on the bus’…)

She demands attention

Attestation

to her interrogation

Do not deny her

she is ruthless,

Relentless

And either way

She does not sing.

The Bastard Moon

Last night, the moon followed me home (like a vagabond or a stalker,) it glared at me over my handlebars (unyielding, sullen and silent) ‘Leave me alone!’ I rallied against its persistence ‘My business is my own, how dare you be so insistent?’ (But I could not undo its gaze.) “that little fucker…” I grumbled, (hoping it would not hear,) as I scuttled into my doorway and shut the old wood behind me. I peered through sideways slats and surveyed the horizon, to find it in the exact same place, (continually gawking at me) Indeed, it remained there all night (like a voyeur in darkness) making me toss and turn, (Twisting under it’s pointed ponderance) Luckily, it took its leave by morning, (as quietly as it had come,) leaving me worried and wondering: how will it be? (now that it knows where I am?)

The Goddess of Translucence

The goddess of translucence
Taught a pearl all her tricks
Then realized the danger
And conceived a folly fix
She hid the tiny treasure
Under the cover of mist
In the mouth of a mollusc
And sealed it with a kiss                                                                                                                   The creature grew to love
The tiny pearl so much
That he called her a daughter
And treated her as such
But the fateful day came
When the tiny pearl died
And the goddess of translucence
Was back by her side
The grief stricken mollusc
Denounced the carelessness
With which the great deity
Had rendered him childless
In a fit of real remorse
She taught by demonstration
The making of a pearl
And gave him the creation

by Lucy Anacleto