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Why Can't I Cooperate
Aren't you all for it?
Watching me immitate my own words, sarcasm, confusion?
So I (we) can dream of merrier weather?
So I can vie for harmony
Just for once in this neverending August
heat
My sultry stringed conscious
Spins a web of pure resentment
Yours--and I'm tangled in it
Didnt Daddy warn me?
Didn't Mama drown me in dissapointment, faithless bets, impotent vicarious safety
Didn't grandmother disinfect my heart
And my throat
With her blue rubber gloves
I'm not free from it yet
I'm flailing in the ocean to get to the river
Can't you call this a living
Where we become movie stars
In these resolute looks, cigarettes hangin out
Jim and Judy, Romeo and Juliet
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
So dramatically smooth
On dawn's gray hungover morning
Driving to the shore
Blasting "Midnight at the Oasis"
Beautiful sex
We scoop up those memories
And build castles
All of us and more
In the boats upon the harbor
We saw our names in Navy Blue
My god, my creature, my father
Streetcar named desire
If you could see what I've built for you
Wouldn't you expect a better miracle?
Than this freckled Irish fool
Cut yourself off at the knees
To get a better look at me
To get a better seat
In your academy of love
What are you looking for?
Defrosting your windows with my tears
To catch a reflection of your own
Just please don't ask what I'm crying about
Hollow and shallow
Your fingers bleed
On the rust that needs a hammer
On the trust that needs a seed
How many replicas
History of World War Threes
Can be counted on to say
We're just one of them in the cold
It's not our fault we fight for the old
And decrepit sanctimonious lust
It's not even our fight anymore
But that wont stop the silence
Make the laughter easier to fake
The weeks folding over the days
And bleedimg into my night
It conjures my fears and feeds my disgust
Freedom as sin and heartache a must.
But, my Johnny--
My dying last refrain
In "the last summer rain"
From your finished book--I'm so proud again
I love you, I love you, I love you
Watching me immitate my own words, sarcasm, confusion?
So I (we) can dream of merrier weather?
So I can vie for harmony
Just for once in this neverending August
heat
My sultry stringed conscious
Spins a web of pure resentment
Yours--and I'm tangled in it
Didnt Daddy warn me?
Didn't Mama drown me in dissapointment, faithless bets, impotent vicarious safety
Didn't grandmother disinfect my heart
And my throat
With her blue rubber gloves
I'm not free from it yet
I'm flailing in the ocean to get to the river
Can't you call this a living
Where we become movie stars
In these resolute looks, cigarettes hangin out
Jim and Judy, Romeo and Juliet
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
So dramatically smooth
On dawn's gray hungover morning
Driving to the shore
Blasting "Midnight at the Oasis"
Beautiful sex
We scoop up those memories
And build castles
All of us and more
In the boats upon the harbor
We saw our names in Navy Blue
My god, my creature, my father
Streetcar named desire
If you could see what I've built for you
Wouldn't you expect a better miracle?
Than this freckled Irish fool
Cut yourself off at the knees
To get a better look at me
To get a better seat
In your academy of love
What are you looking for?
Defrosting your windows with my tears
To catch a reflection of your own
Just please don't ask what I'm crying about
Hollow and shallow
Your fingers bleed
On the rust that needs a hammer
On the trust that needs a seed
How many replicas
History of World War Threes
Can be counted on to say
We're just one of them in the cold
It's not our fault we fight for the old
And decrepit sanctimonious lust
It's not even our fight anymore
But that wont stop the silence
Make the laughter easier to fake
The weeks folding over the days
And bleedimg into my night
It conjures my fears and feeds my disgust
Freedom as sin and heartache a must.
But, my Johnny--
My dying last refrain
In "the last summer rain"
From your finished book--I'm so proud again
I love you, I love you, I love you
Published 9th Apr 2022
Author's Note
Combination of poems started in 2007, finished this evening.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Holy moly, M!!
This is one hell of a completed masterpiece. It's chock-full of viscerally charged imagery that really allows the reader to sink their teeth in and gloriously gnaw away!! Just powerfully impactful. With some lines that utterly sear, branding themselves into my psyche!
"Defrosting your windows with my tears
To catch a reflection of your own "
....
Wow!
This was intense and wonderfully satisfying to partake. I read it several times, and was taken in—captivated... Finding more and more with each read that deeply spoke to me.
Bravo, Dear poetess.
I am ecstatic that you came back to this one after the years gone by, to finish... because It 110% deserves it's spot, shining complete, in the sun!!
Phenomenal poeting.
🌹 - 💙
xo
B
This is one hell of a completed masterpiece. It's chock-full of viscerally charged imagery that really allows the reader to sink their teeth in and gloriously gnaw away!! Just powerfully impactful. With some lines that utterly sear, branding themselves into my psyche!
"Defrosting your windows with my tears
To catch a reflection of your own "
....
Wow!
This was intense and wonderfully satisfying to partake. I read it several times, and was taken in—captivated... Finding more and more with each read that deeply spoke to me.
Bravo, Dear poetess.
I am ecstatic that you came back to this one after the years gone by, to finish... because It 110% deserves it's spot, shining complete, in the sun!!
Phenomenal poeting.
🌹 - 💙
xo
B
14th Apr 2022 1:43am
Dear Blue 💞💙
You can't imagine what your glowing praise means to me. I do fight really hard to keep my words pure, deep, true and meaningful. I try not to rush through them or rhyme too much or do too much stream of consciousness even though I love that kind of word play.
The fact that someone with the grasp for such poignant brave writing uses their time to read through my poems more than once is everything. Absolutely.
I feel like a traitor bc I just don't have the concentration to be in this space as much as I want to.
You are such a pure treasure.
Thank you so so much again, sweetness for reading and saving it.
All love,
Margo 🌺💙🌺
You can't imagine what your glowing praise means to me. I do fight really hard to keep my words pure, deep, true and meaningful. I try not to rush through them or rhyme too much or do too much stream of consciousness even though I love that kind of word play.
The fact that someone with the grasp for such poignant brave writing uses their time to read through my poems more than once is everything. Absolutely.
I feel like a traitor bc I just don't have the concentration to be in this space as much as I want to.
You are such a pure treasure.
Thank you so so much again, sweetness for reading and saving it.
All love,
Margo 🌺💙🌺
