P.O.E
P.O.E.
post
operant
experience
outa nowhere
all of it be useful
and transformative
but into what depends on
who makes it to that day when
you just stand and give thanks
it ain’t the ones before again…
Pain Of Existence—Pass Over Eden—Power Of Emotion
Edgar Allen even… take your pick and be content
don’t like the show? change the channel…
only sometimes you can’t as the show
out of control produces no remote
only preconceptions of what
our lives ultimately depend
what it takes to switch off
and become in a vacuum
as trauma relief sucks up
all good quick as it comes
to seek a soothing salve
for the savage mind
grim as it is…
benevolent
I have no idea what the mother of a premature baby feels
even if the shoe fit… I could never wear it
lacking that within which passeth show
imagine I too might feel responsible
being unable to comfort or hold
flesh of my flesh untimely born
watch as nurses tuck and fold
shoulda coulda woulda won’t
how tangled such attempts
with alarms going off like
fish out of water flounder
within a maternal abyss
one eye looking up at a
long departed other
while back at the forth
generations in the mix
off center force choice
as chance changed kids
hit the road and strap in
electric field like illuminated
cross in the background blips
sleepy time night cries for mom
impromptu gator rides through
a countryside freedom imbibed
without restraints and so alive
Iowa runs free in the cemetery
and rides in back facing away
while dad grasps at straws
flickering once homes
passing headstones
glimpses of when
might never
be again