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Final indigo Interrogation insecticide
Will you scream if I uncover your mouth from grasped clamping hands
sit at the broken table with the kid who ate lunch everyday
alone in the school cafeteria before he killed himself and others in the halls that day
do alzeheimer's patients time mean as much or more than yours does
will you finally have a meaningful conversation with your parents before they die
are you a patriot and believe in dying for your country if asked
still think about your childhood friends failing out there in life miserably
regret not going to school instead of that meaningless job to scrape by
do you sit in the bathroom and cry because you know you still have to go back out there
and face reality
are your addictions still addictions if you pretend they're not the substance you inject or ingest
is the news upsetting that a man and his daughter drown crossing the Rio Grande from Mexico into Texas for a better life after the surging currents swept them away
walking by hospitals do you still measure your humanity
driving home do you break down then recompose yourself before walking through the door with that nonchalant smile
what is poverty to a mother at the food stamp office answering the same questions as the year before
do you care for your final written warning at work before termination
was it educational to skip school all those high school days
do the games and videos barricade you from your true self
what is therapy in a handbasket and why can't I afford it
has staggering credit card debt crushed you slowly over the last 10 years
did your 15 foot tractor trailer hopes make it through the 12 foot tunnel of fears or did you back up traffic for everyone already late for work
how well do you swim compared to all the other fish
sit at the broken table with the kid who ate lunch everyday
alone in the school cafeteria before he killed himself and others in the halls that day
do alzeheimer's patients time mean as much or more than yours does
will you finally have a meaningful conversation with your parents before they die
are you a patriot and believe in dying for your country if asked
still think about your childhood friends failing out there in life miserably
regret not going to school instead of that meaningless job to scrape by
do you sit in the bathroom and cry because you know you still have to go back out there
and face reality
are your addictions still addictions if you pretend they're not the substance you inject or ingest
is the news upsetting that a man and his daughter drown crossing the Rio Grande from Mexico into Texas for a better life after the surging currents swept them away
walking by hospitals do you still measure your humanity
driving home do you break down then recompose yourself before walking through the door with that nonchalant smile
what is poverty to a mother at the food stamp office answering the same questions as the year before
do you care for your final written warning at work before termination
was it educational to skip school all those high school days
do the games and videos barricade you from your true self
what is therapy in a handbasket and why can't I afford it
has staggering credit card debt crushed you slowly over the last 10 years
did your 15 foot tractor trailer hopes make it through the 12 foot tunnel of fears or did you back up traffic for everyone already late for work
how well do you swim compared to all the other fish
Published 26th Jun 2019
Author's Note
stiffen my body before the crash, I cannot save you even if I tried....and I tried.
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- Edited 26th Jun 2019 11:55pm
26th Jun 2019 11:50pm
I was drawn very much to the line “do Alzheimer’s patients time mean as much or more than yours does”
My Grandmother was in a home for Alzheimer’s sufferers. We visited her regularly even though she didn’t know who we were by the end. There was a guy in there however called Bert who was obsessed with cereal. Ate it all day. He’d put his bow tie on, set the table, pour himself some cornflakes, sit and eat them, wash the bowl. Then repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
I’ve written about this chap before, but I often wonder that on the outside it seemed like such a meaningless existence, but to him... well... it meant something.
And your line got me thinking about Bert and how time is perceived, and it occurs to me that your whole piece is snapshots of time. Little shards. Nuggets of information... and I loved the improbability of the words. The dysfunctional nature of the varied subject matter as is the jumbled metaphor reflecting life itself. It was a true beauty to behold in your write.
I’m aware I’ve rambled. I do that. But it’s all in reflection of the poem, so no apologies :)
Thank you for sharing and making me think.
-M
My Grandmother was in a home for Alzheimer’s sufferers. We visited her regularly even though she didn’t know who we were by the end. There was a guy in there however called Bert who was obsessed with cereal. Ate it all day. He’d put his bow tie on, set the table, pour himself some cornflakes, sit and eat them, wash the bowl. Then repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
I’ve written about this chap before, but I often wonder that on the outside it seemed like such a meaningless existence, but to him... well... it meant something.
And your line got me thinking about Bert and how time is perceived, and it occurs to me that your whole piece is snapshots of time. Little shards. Nuggets of information... and I loved the improbability of the words. The dysfunctional nature of the varied subject matter as is the jumbled metaphor reflecting life itself. It was a true beauty to behold in your write.
I’m aware I’ve rambled. I do that. But it’s all in reflection of the poem, so no apologies :)
Thank you for sharing and making me think.
-M
