Love can be fractioned, split,

by doreen peri

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-07-25 21:42:00

Parent message is 241384
Love can be fractioned, split,
denied, sliced by vice and whys,
fit into a fractal view
of tries and yet
though regrets
and damage to
the rue and few and in
between, new horizons beckon
from the chemistry of mixtures gleened
by Physicists who sit in rolling chairs
who cannot swallow, their followings
led by a pierce of a fierce remedy,
intervenously hollowed

Lou Gehrig could hit a home run repeatedly.
the shame was that some intervention
of a chemical demise took his eyes and ears
and sized him up for a hit out into
the stadium, some damn dumb bum
catching the fly ball,
making him invisible
by paralysis.

Dad had all this
and more.

i pushed him from room to room
on wheels and picked his skeleton up
while he was buried inside of himself,
trying to make room for his soul to soar
his parapalegic horror spouted
hug me’s intermittant with feed me’s
through a straw, totally refusing
to be a Hawking.

he was as brilliant or more.
Stephen has more money.
if my dad had it, he wouldn’t have spent it.
he wanted to die gracefully in my mother’s arms
and whisper to me from the breathing machine,
“take care of your mother”.

oh how truly she was blessed
to have a man like him to rest
his head upon her breast
for 50 years!

fractally, i miss him
and my tears
baptize me.

his Truths were undeniable.
so was he.






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