the age of responsibility

the dentist reshapes 

the bridge of your nose

his breath of garlic

it seeps from your pores 

while you sleep

but when you

have a real problem

you call the plumber 

to fish out your stomach lining 

from the sink drain

using an eggbeater

that he operates 

by pumping air 

into a rubber bulb

that’s spent too much time

seeing the inside of organs

like the piñata that you raised 

high up to the oak beams

with your climbing ropes and 

split open with a pick axe

out poured whole chickens

and blood sausages, hams 

and the lies 

you told to your children

Reviews

[dia's diary]

very well described! I appreciate your thoughts.

[CLR9]

This is kind of up my alley. Pretty good stuff sir, please write more.

[. serah .]

-- sometimes, when we read something, it becomes personal to us...such as now... -- for most of my life, i didn't have any real conversations with my mother... but everything changed in the last few years... because i landed up on her doorstep with injuries from psychological (and physical) violence... and she could finally see that i had been reduced to nothing by an unkind life... -- meanwhile, india is going through a journey of her own... -- we have conversations every day... about every lie... about india... and these conversations bring us closer... -- we are friends... and sometimes she is my daughter... and i confess to the secrets i kept from her...

[Poetic Justice]

I think I love you...your a genius and I want my children to have good genes..email me your sperm.

[nivram]

Wow!! Great way to open eyes

[not here]

Reminds me of Ted Hughes.

Well done, Frank

[David Scott]

I see your shy about using caustic metaphors. ha. Good poetry. i will remember not to eat garlic while at work... or lie to my kids for that matter.
Be well.

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

great write. with regards

[Audrey Howitt]

This piece, like many of yours for me, is one to sit with--always a visceral read, I so enjoy your work!

[WhiteWillow]

If your mind was a pinata, what other ruminations would rain down upon us? Intriguing, as always.