what remedied the evils of the world in the 60's

if you are paralyzed by grief

and cannot return properly to the world of shapes;

the Corvus of you adjoines your tendencies

to the child you once was.

Large adults grab your hand

each time you move.

Stuff food into your mouth.

Even watch you as you spill

your pee on the white tiles,

pure and correct.

In the room you share, big wooden things

prop up the noon. Birds appear,

sometimes a mouse straight

out of hell. Your father

loves the Temptations so they

sit you nearest the radiator

as Eddie Kendricks,

as high and shrill

as the stout-billed passerine,

warms mothers inner thighs. They dance

and dance without wine.

Then wine.

Then wind.

Then slumber.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

child never waste the spoils of being seasoned, this is big picture time as you grow wiser from so many pours..let others with worthy lips sip your vine, in light and dark grows a trail / error elixir
the exiled can't partake in without the correct definition of moderation to the stomach of an inner child always feeling empty..excellent piece

[h d e rushin]

thank you Josh for those kind words my friend...dana

[Lyn Anderson]

So intense, and riveting. Have I grown in my poetic taste or have your dishes become even more delectable with time ...

[h d e rushin]

thank you KL>.....for those kind remarks my friend...dana

[M. Shepherd]

I feel gently rocked to sleep by this, as though finally washed up from violently and silently weeping and watching the rain outside wash all the poison away and finding drowsy and peaceful rest in your memories of being back in that place where the job of taking care of you was someone else's responsibility and not your own, and how there is solace in utter helplessness, utter need in grief. I need I need I need.. we never seem to know what we need other than for whatever it is to have not happened or for time to be a few leagues further where a soft dullness takes the place of that sharp insistent cramp of grief.
Blather blather blather. You're an inspiration Dana.

[h d e rushin]

and you are quite the inspiration to me Marcie...thanks again my friend...dana

[Emily B]

it is good to come and visit, spent a few days in the hospital watching over my husband

sometimes change can be sudden, he is fine now, released yesterday and quite possibly there will be no permanent damage, I always wonder why it is so hard to sleep in that place, how is a person supposed to get well with no rest?

[h d e rushin]

hope he is well...I see you're writing again...I am very pleased....dana

[Emily B]

more changes coming maybe, there will be more words

[Corset]

Corvus as a blackbird squared 6 pointed constellation perched between your mothers warmed inner thighs as Motown Eddie is about as f*****g brilliant as a poem can get.

[h d e rushin]

writing is one thing Corset. Wanting to write is another thing all together. I still want to
and still love to..Thank you my friend...dana

[Corset]

..and you should never stop, either wanting or doing or loving, unlike cats you only get one life to do it as only Dana can. :)

[Ken Simm.]

As ever a wonder of layers from musical nostalgia to warm memories. From youth to age. You confound me with your experience and experiences.

[Ed Hart]

who would have thought all those years ago that the child was attentive, and would one day build a castle of images, my brilliant friend

[h d e rushin]

thank
Ed Hart....I think that's what poetry finally is, the building of images....thank you for those
kind remarks....dana

[CD Campbell]

You always manage to transport me to a different unknown world. A world one longs for and a world from the past you know you should never belong to. When I was a boy in the seventies, it was like all my dads friends were Allman Brothers clones. I remember the drugs, the parties, the poverty. I remember being happy. I don't remember all the pain like pain should only be an adult feeling. I am happy that I can stay in your world and peer through your original window glass from time to time. Great write. CD

[h d e rushin]

thank you CD for finding my words again amongst the many..and for that kind review my friend..

dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

music the best remedy..."keep on truckin' baby, you gotta keep on ...."

and dylan too said "the only thing i can do is to keep on keeping on'

for this child in this poem a definite Ball of Confusion and when he eventually runs away...he will be that "runaway child running wild" and might just slumber forever...permanently.

[h d e rushin]

so true Jacob....and thank you my friend...I see you're up on your Motown music history..
dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha! Motown is my absolute favorite ...especially the supremes, temps, four tops and smokey and the miracles. Most definitely...