Monday, October 15, 2012

Geneology - poem Eric Maroney

Dragging down, down
Far beyond the last pavilion
Where a wicker chair is
Rotted, tumbled
Far away, away
Passed secret recesses
Dream depots

Where I sing
A Song of My Impotence
Before a curtain of mile high stone
They all knew I would not last long
He knew from the awful grimace
She from the swipe of her hand
On the frosted pane of glass

Mother and Father knew
From the genes inscribed
In me and him and her
A hieroglyphic missive
To awe and electroshock and SSRIs

And I know from his tics
His throat clearing
And the stuttering
Which only ended yesterday
Here: I tell him.  Here is
How you know

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