New Age Nostalgia

This is like a conversation between 2 sides of the brain from past and present, can be read from top to bottom or as 2 separate poems--1 left aligned, the other indented.

 

 

He wants to take me to a strip bar

He hasn’t even taken me for coffee

 

I have been a deliberate coquette since I was 4 years old

I sat next to a neighbor boy at the piano, watching him tap

the ebony and ivory keys

I tackled him, to move in for a kiss that was not received

 

He doesn’t know how to deliver affection

He doesn’t know how to play...with me

 

I played cars...with boys

Climbed trees...buildings

I have been a boy girl since I was 5 years old

 

He wants me to send him raunchy photos

He wants to believe his dick will bring me closer to God

 

I went to mass with my mother

Loved her more than any Lord that could possibly exist

Believed in her love, questioned everything else since I was 6...

When my Me’Me’ died

 

He hasn’t asked what I’ve seen...where I’ve been

He doesn’t know where I’m trying to go

 

I studied National Geographic magazine

Went to the Kennedy Space Center

I was perhaps an agnostic Catholic when I was 8 years old

 

He ignores, but doesn’t want to be ignored

He hasn’t been taught how to treat a woman proper

 

            I’ve been a rebel since I was 13

I made a fast exist at 16

            Control by force wasn’t fitting for me

           

He wants my lips, my hands...my hips

He doesn’t engage my mind, my heart...my soul

 

            I’ve been lugubrious since I was 3 years old...

            when I saw a ghost of a man standing by my crib

 

            I am sentient as all animals...

and clairsentient in my enlightened years...

            I feel the suffering of others...and shared energy with a whale

 

He doesn’t want to know anything about me

He can’t peel back any of my layers....

He can’t even get close enough to touch one.

 

            I am a zedonk.

            I am black and white...

            and full of grey matter

 

            I am a unique masterpiece under an azure sky...

            but rarely looked up to, until I die.

 

He can’t see...ME

because I’m inside this body....

my spirit...free

and his mind...

 

can only think of what his dick wants to do to...me

Author's Note

Also, this is a 7 word New Year's 2012 challenge I created for the Almost Dead Poets Society. The 7 words are:

lu·gu·bri·ous [loo-goo-bree-uh s]
adjective
mournful, dismal, or gloomy, especially in an affected, exaggerated, or unrelieved manner

ag·nos·tic [ag-nos-tik]
noun
1. a person who holds that the existence of the ultimate cause, as God, and the essential nature of things are unknown and unknowable, or that human knowledge is limited to experience.
2. a person who denies or doubts the possibility of ultimate knowledge in some area of study.
3. a person who holds neither of two opposing positions on a topic: Socrates was an agnostic on the subject of immortality.

ze·donk [zee-dongk, -dawngk, -duhngk]
noun
the offspring of a zebra and a donkey

co·quette [koh-ket]
noun
1. a woman who flirts lightheartedly with men to win their admiration and affection; flirt.

sen·tient [sen-shuh nt]
adjective
1. having the power of perception by the senses; conscious.
2. characterized by sensation and consciousness.

az·ure [azh-er]
adjective
of or having a light, purplish shade of blue, like that of a clear and unclouded sky.

reb·el [reb-uh l]
noun
1. a person who refuses allegiance to, resists, or rises in arms against the government or ruler of his or her country.
2. a person who resists any authority, control, or tradition.

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