Monday, May 16, 2011

Warmer (redux)-17/05/2011



it's time to ease yourself
out of that painted corner

without showing off
teeth marks
you made in the air
the wrench
found in your food bowl
or the many carpet stains
in your need to blame

don't look back
for anymore victims
to turn up amongst your cynicisms
quit putting forgiveness
on trial
as a hostile witness
take the gristle out those words
give up
on back pocket tears
hip pocket democracy
genitally exercised rights
promises tucked in your wallet
give it up drop it

come out
from hiding behind your time
you’re not the only one
with low notes held aggregate in dial tone
not the only one
whose ego has been rubbed raw
with rough chunks ripped off your privacy
we all have those same sweat-stains and scrub marks
badly hidden
and it’s okay, here

so here
let me help untangle that clutch of your claws,
from the bottle,
and the inkblot

please stop.

it's time
to ease yourself out of that painted corner
with ease
the paintbrush noose
let it go
give it up
put it down
slowly move
close closer
warm warmer
no sizing up for safety
arms out
palms up

have your hands out
where they can be held...

no matter how dirty you think they are

keep your eyes where I can see ‘em
look up
no sudden movements
each and every breath
like unstopped helium balloon ascent through
your floating diaphragm chest
a guilt free gas cloud
clear now

give up that frown
come on,
and the other one
...the glare too


time for you
to hang up the hang ups
'cause there’s a lot of healing
trying to get into your personal space
more than the medicine spent

to cover tread marks on your tired forehead

there's a healing here
to wipe away their footprints from your mouth

more than just another slump back slide
mumbled up from under couch cushions
there’s a real smile here
waiting to be seen dug out from your dust
up somewhere
past pen lids
un stuck from crumbs and small change


look and see.

any corner you paint yourself into
you can draw yourself out
and canvas
even with sketchy details
broad strokes

...and a few blank spots

slower than the patience of sloths
if you have to
but you do have to,
walk out of there

no looking back
and please
don’t worry about the mess

this time




1 comment:

msdebbie said...

Full Stop! Wow, May is your month man! Great writing. Tremendous thought behind it. Really liking your style.