Tag Archives: from the dark side

Half way through my funeral

Half way through my funeral
the doorbell rang
– the wrong door

Half way through my funeral
the choir sang
– the wrong song

Half way through my funeral
the church bells rang
their tower swayed

Half way through my funeral
the angels sang
our preacher strayed

Half way through my funeral
the walls crumbled
I turned around

Half way through my funeral
you removed the lid
without a sound

Half way through my funeral
I left
through the right door

Half way through my funeral
You stayed
You wanted more

Day 15 of #NaPoWriMo, we were invited to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. So I’m on prompt – but I’m off illustration. I had planned to use only my own work this year, but this poem called for Hieronymus Bosch. At the least the photograph is my own. That counts for something, right? 😉

There’s no art in that

napowrimo1I guess it’s too late to be a farmer
now that my hands are tied
to the hind legs
of a raging bull

He’s constrained now
but he won’t be
in a minute
when the gates open
after they’ve prodded his balls
with a pitchfork
to

Well, do I need to explain that?

The peasants did not take my art too well
They mind pictures of naked women raping bulls
in their butt hole
more than they mind real life violence

Ultraviolence?
There’s no art in that

I guess it’s too late to be a farmer

sculpture-rape-europa-out2

On day 12 I wrote a palinode for this poem:  a poem in which the poet retracts a statement made in an earlier poem. It’s called There’s art in that.

More images on this subject can be found on http://www.fscclub.com/muse/sculpture-rape-europa-e.shtml

We worship our mistress today

OctPoWriMo day 13 invited us to write about color. I ended up with a dark poem still.

We worship our mistress today

Welcome to pink sabbath!
We worship our mistress today
Carmine candles are burning
We gather around this heart shaped line
Sacrifices will be made

We will drown marshmallows in raspberry syrup
We will cut off My Little Pony tails
Hello Kitty will lose her head

We will burn candy cotton
We will chant bubble gum songs
Peppa pig will draw fuchsia blood

Barbie will be crucified
on a ballerina shaped cross
Cinderella will screech magenta murder

Welcome to pink sabbath!
We worship our mistress today
Carmine candles are burning
We gather around this heart shaped line
Sacrifices will be made

Rescue me

This longing from within
I see it rising

It’s a devil in disguise
It’s a creature from the deep sea
its eyes are blind
yet it can see
it sees me

It has a beak
sharp teeth
sharp claws
a pointy tail

Its scales are orange and silver
and she slides
she slithers

She turns out to be a mother
a whore, a wife
bearing children from many fathers
giving birth, giving life

Life unwanted
they didn’t want to be born this way
by copied sin
fading with every copy

She’s a devil in disguise
beguiling
her vile breath
poisonous
when it reaches the air

She’s a creature from the deep sea
without ears
deaf
yet she hears me
she hears me call

Rescue me

Eat this

Throwing up bitter bile came first, naturally,
chewing on what came back to me.

Then came salt. Taste of the earth
in which I buried you, barehanded, barefoot.

After I swallowed sour memories of love
turned bad outside the fridge, left unattended,

my mouth watered. Revenge. Oh sweet revenge.

I used the deadly sins prompt again, 7 lines of seven words. Written for #NaPoWriMo day 28.

I have my doubts

I sit and hesitate
shall I call you?

I sit and hesitate
shall I ask you why?

I sit and hesitate
did you know she was pregnant?

I sit and hesitate
did you know she would die?

I sit and hesitate
shall I call you?

I sit and hesitate
shall I tell you how I feel?

I sit and hesitate
how will I know if you are honest?

I sit and hesitate
how will I know all of this is real?

Written for #NaPoWriMo day 25. The prompt was an anaphora. Which is repeating the same part of a sentence – I think ;).

Some body I used to know

Some body I used to know

Now and then I think of when we were together
You felt like you were mine
and I could lean on you

You got addicted to a certain kind of sadness
it was doom and gloom
and tough to be inside of you

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Refuse all contact
Issue a restraining order

You didn’t have to stoop so low
to sever our arteries and let me go

Now you’re just some body that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
I was doing fine
but you wouldn’t let me alone

You had me believe it was always something that I’d done
that I was born a sinner
and always needed to prove my right to live

I didn’t want to live that way
sorry about everything
all the time

I’m so happy that I cut you off
I admit it was a little rough
too much blood but I had had enough

All that’s is left is the body that I used to know

The inspiration for this poem – day 19 of NaPoWriMo – came from listening to this song that I love. Then my mind wandered off in more gruesome directions…