Four words.
“Does that feel good?”
It's the only thought
In pushed down fog
That comes through
Like lightning.
I was nine,
Feelin’ fiiiiine
And he was sixty and change.
He groped when no one was lookin’
But I talked it off
Laughed it off
Scoffed at the thought
Of
When I heard
“Does that feel good?”
I cried and was silent
I shook my head,
I remember.
Or is that wishful thinking
A wanting end to what happened.
But it didn't end
Did it
“Does that feel good?”
Turned to
Face in pillows
In those positions children make
When they snore
And hang half off the bed.
Positions children make in adult situations.
“Does that feel good?”
I don't know
I don't think
I weep
So so silently.
“Does that feel good?”
I can't feel anymore.
When he says nothing
When he says nothing after you’ve told him that two days after your first date a man groped you
When he says nothing after you said the guy grabbed your ass
When he says nothing after you tell him that guy says he’s been watching you
When he says nothing after you told him how helpless you felt
When he says nothing after you said you had to call the cops
When he says nothing after telling him how you wondered if the cop was judging you as he stood on your porch
When he says nothing does it really matter? Because he obviously never cared at all
When he says nothing
Rattling through the bogs, my love in limbo
Battling against the odds, arms akimbo
Too late to tear down the walls that they've built
Ate a cat-o-nine tails and swallowed their guilt
They demanded, then broke, my humanity
Hot branded, and stoked, my insanity
Purely for sport, the game, and the kill
With orders to READY, AIM, and FIRE at will
Now hobbled in pain, where the crossroads meet
On a cobblestone lane, with unshod feet
I've groped, so long on this road, I'll just say
I've hoped, I've dreamed, now I'll just fade away
where do I go from here Jehovah. I have tried and I have not succeed. I did what you have adviced and failed. I have followed your example and instead I am being ostracized. You have seen my affliction, and you have heard my out cries. I wobbling in a pit of excrement, and where is my rope. I have done nothing wrong again, and I am being slaugthered. You have seen the two side of the coin, and why sweet Jehovah you have not saved me. Why perlong this saga when every story has an ending. Why make bad people look righteous and good people look wicked. I have beseeched you on matters and I have groped for your advice, and I have followed them. Then where is my victory; you are Jehovah God of armies, and I have lost the war.
I, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.
And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display,
an unheeding hand groped at the outline
of the coldly reflective glass confine.
I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay
body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare.
Tearing tripe from stomach, and from breast
the heart, those fingers worked maliciously,
dismembering each inch of skin less fair.—
I know not who it was who flayed my chest:
I? or that demon called Society?
When I was coal you mined my soul
and treasure there you found:
a heart, stone cold, but solid gold,
was buried underground.
So long I hoped and blindly groped
for rescue by the brave;
from skulking fears and sour tears
that haunted my dark cave.
The sifters left my heart bereft
of airy thoughts and dreams;
in all their toil, neglected soil,
but splashed in barren streams.
The dirtied face of my disgrace
you polished with your sleeve;
your zeal above mere heartfelt love
in silken arms we'll weave.
My luster bright in dawning light
forever shall I owe,
to she who dug beneath my shrug
and found the golden glow.
I watched as silence danced with shadows,
Playing the melody sung by my mind.
Its blanket covered the darkness—
broken only by a ray of light through a crack in the cave wall.
I groped through the dark toward the stone,
but the gale was too thick for my arms to swim.
I imagined a ghost whispering—
yet only silence listened.
Echoes, like thunder in a deep ocean,
ricocheted fear like a trap set to spring.
Ghosts rushed out from the corners they lurked—
only for me to hear silence whisper: “Come out of there.”
Its voice flowed like a river of serenity through a forest.
I begged silence to stop its torment,
but it had ears that could not hear.
I tried to run, but a boulder blocked my path.
Then I screamed.
It was then I knew—
the light coming through the crack was my father’s flashlight.
Faith - it is a journey
And I bear the scattering wind
That steers abroad my dinghy
To the edge of some horizon -
'Though it be peculiar to me.
Faith - it is also an epiphany -
One that hung in darkness
And had been waiting for me.
I am one who groped for it -
Pulled and did its unraveling ...
Man weds cockroach in church ceremony
Guests munch on freshly grilled abalone
Pastor upholds his sworn duty
Lectures bride and groom on infidelity
Barely two months into marriage
Tiny baby cockroach appears in a carriage
Headlines shout out the bad news
Seems Mrs. Cockroach was groped and abused
Minister contacted Planned Parenthood
Lacking precedent, post-full-term abortion approved
There was a shyster from Dallas
whose lies were full of malice.
He groped the wrong girl
whose anger unfurled.
So now, they call him Alice.
i was at a party when
a guy groped my thigh
but i just brushed it off,
cuz atleast he laid an eye.
Who cares about consent,
when you're as ugly as me
we just take what we get
cuz noone loves me.
He took me to his room,
we were there for a little.
He told me that I'm pretty,
and i was fulfilled.
The compliments only lasted
however, until he came
He came and he left
literally
Snatched away my recently acquired self worth
instantly
So now I'm still fat and im ugly,
and without any love.
All I really am is
just a one night stand.
What a beautiful fairy with a face like the sun
She winked at me and then left me to stun
I couldn't feel my breath, I felt none
I've been looking for my missing rib. I wish she was the one
Lost was I in an imagination of romance
How sweet it would be to kiss her at any chance
I felt her lips on mine as I held her in a dance
But she was so muscled that I groped in the dark askance
Yeah, as creamy and tempting it would seem
Hmm boy! It turned out, it was nothing but a dream
Because there was my brother, Johny Klein
hugging me tight with his face close to mine.
broad shoulders, six foot three
Rolex, Stacey Adams
suit by Armani
and she said yes
soft spoken, warm hands
piercing eyes, a Harvard degree
business law
and she said yes, yes
a dance
to Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
witty, charming, a nightcap
and she said yes, yes, yes
Mercedes Benz, Pacific Ocean
gated community, ten thousand square feet
pool, sauna, jacuzzi
and she said yes, yes, yes, yes
John Coltrane caressed the ears
Dom Perignon the bloodstream
kissed with the eyes, then the lips
and she said yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
wait, wait
grabbed her, cursed her, rippped her dress
slapped her, groped her, pinned her
mounted her, took her
and she cried no, no, no, no, no–no
I feel like goddess,
each time we made love
I felt like whore,
each time the eyes groped me
Womb is power.
I created Universe.
Mother said, you're fragile
when bearing your son
I know,
because "he chose to go"
she could have been
his sun
to light his path
to far away
meadows
he could not stand
her piercing
brightness
he settled
for the moon
the night came
the moon
dimmed him further
he groped
in the dark
and wished
for the sun
only the sun
was way beyond
the horizon
of his past
quietly
mooning
over another
in a
faraway land
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