In the Detritus and Duff
(after alcohol poisoning)
So sick soul sick fear
fear and trembling
self quite self-murdered
self a flayed baby pathetic
repulsive on a bed
skinless so the air is bright hurt.
The television screaming through the walls of the next room.
Only want darkness.
Only want silence.
The strangest thing there
in the bed
in the mind
a hushed, early, very early,
spring forest, dark, damp;
and a white-green stick of wood orchid pushing out of muck.
Despise
The I, I, I, I,
scalpel slashes chicken scratches
(notebooks full of abasement)
each capital a nail
on which to hang a sentence's structure,
a hook on which to tether meaning
(rhymes with
lie and lye,
caustic, desolate,
looking for a place
to unwind, recline,
to be done; to rest.)
This slit
sees, narrowly,
blinkers, parentheses,
in a recursive tunnel,
down and down,
torch, laser,
uncovers only
charcoal outlined against ink black,
crude map, nonsense.
(rhymes with,
also, a part of, light,
a skein, a ribbon unfurling
forward, never back,
through and through darkness
destination night.)
Bionote
Maria Berardi's poems appear online, in print, in university journals, meditation magazines, newspapers, and art galleries. Her first book, Cassandra Gifts, was published in 2013 and she is shopping around her
second, entitled Pagan. She can be reached at maria-berardi.com.
fear and trembling
self quite self-murdered
self a flayed baby pathetic
repulsive on a bed
skinless so the air is bright hurt.
The television screaming through the walls of the next room.
Only want darkness.
Only want silence.
The strangest thing there
in the bed
in the mind
a hushed, early, very early,
spring forest, dark, damp;
and a white-green stick of wood orchid pushing out of muck.
Despise
The I, I, I, I,
scalpel slashes chicken scratches
(notebooks full of abasement)
each capital a nail
on which to hang a sentence's structure,
a hook on which to tether meaning
(rhymes with
lie and lye,
caustic, desolate,
looking for a place
to unwind, recline,
to be done; to rest.)
This slit
sees, narrowly,
blinkers, parentheses,
in a recursive tunnel,
down and down,
torch, laser,
uncovers only
charcoal outlined against ink black,
crude map, nonsense.
(rhymes with,
also, a part of, light,
a skein, a ribbon unfurling
forward, never back,
through and through darkness
destination night.)
Bionote
Maria Berardi's poems appear online, in print, in university journals, meditation magazines, newspapers, and art galleries. Her first book, Cassandra Gifts, was published in 2013 and she is shopping around her
second, entitled Pagan. She can be reached at maria-berardi.com.
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