Light...and Dark

A twisted Disney presentation Giuseppe exposed.

LIGHT . . . AND DARK

 

Roger Storkamp

 

 

 

A morning yawn, Sun’s outstretched arm

Embraces quaint shops, cobblers, carvers, and the like

Pierces the broken glass to Giuseppe’s bench.

A jangle of strings, dangling arms, legs

Amid dreams of becoming a real boy.

 

Tiny dust doves made visible in the beam,

Settle on the sleeping stubbled face

Creased and etched with lonely years.

The carver, dreams of wooden people

Content to be the wooden people his scalpel had intended.

 

Yet within the scrapes, on the wood envisions

The carving tool its own way does make

The face beyond that which he had intended.

A wish he may not make himself he carves into the toy.

Please make him a real life boy.

 

Not within his dreams nor on his shelf

Do we find the carver’s secret self.

But through the lies his puppet tells

Does the appendage of his desire grow.

 

The lie that lies within his heart

As shown in his puppet’s nose

Lies the phallus of his dreams

To wake to find the real life boy.

 

Thus, do we learn the bent of his desires

But the empty shell of an old man’s breast

Bereft of love and gentle female touch

Content to fondle wooden toy,

God, grant that man no real live boy!

 

Reviews

[Azalee Schmetterling]

Whoa, this is very dark and tragic. I was not expecting you to take that road, but that's what makes this so great. It keeps your reader intrigued. Nice work.