Voo Doo

Voo Doo

A cereal box- some kid’s brand
your slippers by the door
the keys on the table.

You were here,
you are always here.

My barnacle.
I couldn't scrape you off if I tried.
I haven't tried.

When I sleep you flop a hairy leg on me
or a heavy arm on my chest
or stomach
I can't breathe, my friend.

Your pubes left on my toilet seat
your cigarette butts mixed with mine
a half smoked joint in the ashtray

There is no space for me to crawl into myself
no cuddle room

I feel you in irrational places
trying to crawl up under my skin.

I can't love you more than I already do
I can't give you any more of me
So for the sake of all that is holy man,
stop with the voodoo:

I see you slink,
naked as the day you were born,
looking for the entrance to my soul,
so you can clean out the shop

I set up security.

I will not give you my fire, my glitter,
my razz-le-dazz-le,
you mother f****r,
so back the f**k off.

Reviews

[Anastasia Starlena]

I enjoyed this piece. It is strangely romantic in a sense. When you live with someone they do have a spell over you or you wouldn't have to put up with half the stuff they put you through. Or at least that is my take on this piece. Excellent job.

[Pax Analog]

Ha ha, this poem is poignantly hilarious!

Live-in relationships have a "damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don't" quality, but really I think that's because it takes awhile to realize you don't need what you think you need. As wonderful as emotive-sexual bonding is, it's going to flip over into something stanky until a greater degree of symbiotic spiritual intelligence kicks in.

This poem captures the absurd vampirism of glamorized ego-attachment purrrfectly.

The integration of romantic soulsexual desire with the radical simplicity of heightened steady-state Awareness is a profound process.

Love is not ultimately a matter of what somebody else can or cannot do for you. It's implicit in stripped Attention Itself.

Keep on writing, grrrl, your mix of nuance, humor, no-nonsense fire, will see you through.

[Sheela]

Wow lots of anger. Very real and descriptive. This is good. You showed your true emotion