of love and my presence

by bluemonk

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-11-16 09:45:00

in the middle of a brown night
someone very close died
fell through the strings of my heart
this was somewhere not so far away.
Two days ago but
I wasn’t there was I?
I guess halfway present,
Caught it w/ my 3rd eye.
Caught him dying with shit on the walls
and smearing the mirror, shit
on the sheets, thrashing through
a shit induced thrombosis
in some cold bedroom
with foreign w*llpaper
it was my father,
parched tears of the mad-eyed,
insane mustache twitching,
dying like an old confederate
with no one to salute
where was I?

I’ve been recently drawn
to “liberation through hearing”
its pages and its message
so I can’t figure out why
I struggled to offer him words
of love and my presence
while he lay there
screaming through my heart
falling in the strings.