May 4, 2009

Phone Call

Your rattling sounds in my ear
fuck your group logic and unworkable aim
your sections of words violate me
            I’m counting till it’s over
…seven… …eight…
…nine…

I don’t want to talk to you
handshapes and footstools, heart murmurs and assholes
your lethal wailing sutures the sky
gray outnumbers the colored glass, I see
…ten… …eleven…
…twelve…

Seven sins, ten commands and
            blue sister; you keep staring, look at what you did
stop talking, Stop Talking
using control with shiny trinkets and boxes from last year
…thirteen… …fourteen…
…fifteen…

Lisp, list, listen and loathe
I left three thousand
miles to go
strangers even know where you left off
…sixteen… …seventeen…
…eighteen…

Fuck your notions and desperate appeal
I can’t get away from your lack of skill and unkind compliments
I’ll end it now,
I’ll take it for my kids so you won’t have anymore
…nineteen… …twenty…
…twenty-one…

You tell me they judge me because they feel sorry for me
they praise me because I complain
I get the sympathy vote; I’m pathetic
so what are you?
…twenty-two… …twenty-three…
…twenty-four…

I’m too old to realize and
you won’t listen to the good
fuck you and your river; your stream of pity and your
“So what’s new with you? Nothing new here.”
…twenty-five… …twenty-six…
…twenty-seven…

Nightmares from pills I won’t take, I live in my dreams
I stopped listening to you but you didn’t hear that
fuck your insidious sound
rattling in my head

2 comments:

floots said...

great stuff
i'm sure that there is
personal stuff here
but
i have some anger of my own
to which i could attach your words
especially liked
your lethal wailing sutures the sky

Pat Paulk said...

My second marriage was rife with these kinds of conversations. I hope not too much personal. Excellent poem!!