Long Madwoman Poems

I. THE WANDERING

I was born with a life that bled—
a seafloor womb
dragging tides of fern
and marigold char

The priests brought saffron
and fear

crowning me with diagnosis

They said: She is too empty
They said: Fill her with figs
with seed
with...

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I love spending nights on the lake.
Once the oven-like sun disappears,
things get suddenly quiet, except for
the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs
and the soft lapping of the lake on the boat.
When the moon rises...

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PAINTBRUSH 

Fingertips the bristles of a 
pagan paintbrush 
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones 
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with witty
wood for Eternal Fire

From cheekbones
it slid to jugular...

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Can a man tolerate an incarcerate?

Madly in love with a madwoman

Throughout the investigation; Prior to the incarceration she's reflective

Two years on the verge of being wasted like Iron Maiden single "Wasted Years"

Additional two daughters she...

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When the sirens echoed through the streets
When they handcuffed me so that I wouldn’t hurt anybody
I pleaded for help but deaf ears heard my screams
“You are a monster” chanted the voices briefly.
All I could see...

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In the deep darkness, where the soul draws its night curtain,
I write with the blind cruelty of children throwing stones,
Hitting a madwoman like a crow in chaotic flight,
No—not writing: opening a passage in the twilight,
So...

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Her eyes closed tightly, head tilted down--
she covered her ears to block out the sound.
Yet the cacophony of noise came from her soul,
void of all joy, like a death bell it tolled.
Scared to see, more...

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Give us this day our daily…

I do not even have to move my bottom much
remote control in hand I choose what they call
news just the old stuff in new wrappers blown
apart by endless bombing greed...

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Here I am, in the mirror again, smiling in that weird way. The way that makes me suspicious of myself.
Good gravy, I am crazy. Looney. Certifiable.  Where are the men in the white coats?...

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Do you remember me 
Walking under the rain and sun
To prove my love,
Fetching your water,
When friends and others said 
"I was as a madwoman?"

Looking for you in every corner,
Putting food in a bucket,
Yet, you look...

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She opens the DSM-5 to page 666,
Know Thyself,
who among us is not a Beast somehow,
she's enthralled by Imperfection,
It explains the scars on her heart,
if she believed in Perfection 
then she would need to accept her...

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focus of a madwo/man

just how many psychotics
have we had to endure
passing through our lives
since the lies began being
told?  how many madwo/men 
quoting “scripture” as if it
validated their acts, as if their
lives had been determined,...

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The thing about veneer is this:
It blinds to the truth,
Hides the real heart from sight
Whilst shining like topaz and gold.
The coating on a rotten tooth,
The glister on decaying wood,
The glaze on calorific cakes,
The healthy gleam...

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Sunset in Sandtown

The hard ball bearings of the skateboard cracked streets
writing words all its own in silver streaks.
Crack, smack went the boy,
sailing in the Sandtown evening
that touched tops of the Gilmor projects. 
Dodging in and...

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No, 
not I,
I see clearly through
the rotten wedding veil,
clogged by cake turning stale,
framed by arachnid pageboys;
I see cracks on pale pink lacquer,
on the mannequin face below,
eyes mad and staring, aglow,
the sick dead holes of eyeless...

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***(The man who is coming)

A dissonant clamor of colorful voices
equal pebbles, days equal 
like some rust crumble out of the eyes.
It is late to change myself and
I am the same again – with the essence...

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He coaxed me 
out of my mind,
leaving songs as treats
knowing I couldn’t resist


dashing out and gobbling
each chorus and verse
the delicacies 
of my own precious,
scrabbling back
as musical notes
dribbled my chin
to leave a trail


he tracked until
I was...

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Born into a band of heavenly bliss
he wrote about territorial piss
One song so deep it dripped from ceilings 
liked to eat fish, coz they have no feelings?

Married a madwoman her name was (Love)?
drug addict too,...

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