Archive for June, 2010
Disposable
Disposable
By Marie Gordon
You dropped me
Like a plastic razor
You toss in the can
After a dull shave
You cleaned up
The little black fragments
Of hair in the sink
And you forgot me
As I sobbed
Little red specks faded
Into the fabrics
In my laundry pile
Red turns brown
As time forgets that blood
Once vital soon dies
Or so I was told
So I washed
Scrubbed the stains of you off
Of clothing, off me
But you were still there
I felt you
As I scrubbed you sunk in
Deep in my tissue
Deeper, in my fears
Vital lust
It faded ever quick
But not so fast the pangs
That your lust had tripped
I begged you
Perhaps not out of greed
Or even for pride
But for vital signs
That spoke soft
To me and told the truth
Of a growing heart
Drumming from your lies
Oh sweet truth
How bitter greed deceives
Dormant but to plague
My youth as you wipe
The shavings
That you assume remain
All that’s left of me
On your tidy sink
And far out
From bitter consequence
Your thoughts idly drift
While flecks clog the drain
Perhaps truth
You never grew enough to face
While I hardly blinked
To spill childish tears
Oh God forgive
The heart that wishes true
Such soured lies
And the lips that sinned
Truth, grow strong
Within my little cave
That will ache for you
As you shave your stubbly chin
playing cross sections
Playing cross-sections
By Marie Gordon
Take a slice of my bone
As if I were a tree
And try to guess my age
From traces of old breaks
Take a piece of my brain
As if I were a chip
Insert it in your drive
Will you watch my story
Maybe you’ll hide your screen
Or turn the volume down
Even if you don’t please
Will you try not to judge
I wonder if you’ll cry
When you watch the sad parts
And that one violent scene
Will you understand me
Watch the story then see
If it matches the bone
Will you dismiss the tale
If the bone is too fresh
Or maybe hit rewind
When you write your results
Examine the bone’s marks
Magnify them to check
Maybe I’m a young bone
Without the thickest trunk
Lacking rings but holding
The density of life
Laundry heap romance
Laundry heap romance
By Marie Gordon
Don’t look at me
I’m not the one
Who frosted the cupcakes
With a fork
You crush my hopes
Of eating out
Nibbling carry-out wings
By myself
You leave the sink
After shaving
Littered with chest hair
You chuckle
Then patronize
The one that scrapes
Your chocolate bunnies
Off the floor
If you loved me
You would vacuum
The tile at minimum
So I thought
I’ve scrubbed your stains
For the last time
You laugh in disbelief
Some stains bleed
Love Tough
Love tough
By Marie Gordon
I’ll wait up for you ‘til three
Fold your faded shirts
And iron your slacks
As if to nudge you along
I’ll watch you from the sidelines
For the trailing match
And cheerlead you on
Hang in for another round
I’ll sweep up the broccoli
Left from your cooking
And hope you take note
Of me or the polished floor
But if you’ll see me today
It won’t be the next
That I’ll soak your shoes
So you’ll wear them with a smile
No it won’t be tomorrow
If we meet today
And if I push you
You’ll send me home with my bags
Perhaps you knew all along
That I’d loved too deep
And you just so much
To know love wasn’t enough