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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Revisions
[time] => 2005-03-01 11:48:18
[hometext] => Final, revised versions of Final, revised versions of 'Of a Lab Rat', 'Astray', 'Bedtime Prayer', 'Duck Poem', and 'A Story Between Rain and Snow', as submitted for publication.
[bodytext] => Of a Lab Rat You lumpy, yellow rat, caged from birth, trained to do tricks so that I can get an A in lab, I envy you. As I reach into the Skinner Box to pick you up, you squeak the squeak passed down through generations, the natural reaction to python, cat, or lab student. I envy you because you don’t know why you cry out, you just do. I’ve spent my life seeking God, trying to find the hand that will someday take me, but whenever I get close to being led from this world, I squeak too. You don’t know the price you’ll pay one day, nor the taste of earthly wisdom. You don’t know Poetry, and I envy you. For Lumpy in PSY 305. Astray I found Jesus one Tuesday night, sitting in the old Krispy Kreme across the tracks from the school that once taught only negroes. I was just driving thru, but I saw Him, in all His glory. He must have been three-hundred pounds, a workhorse, covered in calluses, draped in beaten flannel, hopelessly stirring His coffee with an Original Glazed, His dark hand turning through pictures in His wallet, crying with His entire body as He kissed the face of a child. Bedtime Prayer Dearest Lord, my strength does wane. I pray it back come morn' again. As I lie, my soul grows tired, homesick in this corporal mire, wishing travels far and wide while I wait with closéd eyes. Take it where the children fly, where dogs can speak but never lie, where your white shield saves me from fear, for where my soul is, you are near. Dear Lord, I pray we dance tonight if you have time and I've done right. I pray your blessings on all men, women, children, and their kin. I pray the stars and moon still shine their angel-light on me and mine. I pray, from grace, I never fall. Please keep me yours. Please keep us all. Amen. Duck Poem The little ducklings, following mum in a row, in the water, eat my bread and it is sweet as it melts down their throats. The grown ducks honk and play in the water, or sleep on the tiny island just out of my reach. They eat my bread and it is sweet as it melts down their throats. The ancient duck lies now, floating before me, and plays in the gravy pond, and frolics through the carrots and broccoli and onions and batter, and it is sweet and gentle and chewy and wonderful as it melts down my throat. A Story Between Rain and Snow 1. Eventide Rain drops, playing on the rooftop. Raindrops echo in the night. Your eyes, I can’t forget this feeling. Rain drops, quiet as a knife. 2. Fireplace Cracking, The embers are born. They seize and die Like fireflies. The candles Make the room warm And orange As our coq au vin Melts into our bodies. This wine, This evening, Is for you. 3. Cellar Door The rain pulses Down on our gentle world. I have only grains in an hourglass Before I can no longer make you love me. We put on yellow slickers and golashes Over our carefully chosen outfits, And I strike a flare To tint our world red As I take you down Through my cellar door. 4. Warehouse The rainwaters flow into this red room. I lead you past hoses and watering cans And take your ivory hand To protect you As we cross spider’s webs And beetle’s nests To reach the very back Of this dusty chamber. A secret knock on a secret switch And that which I love most Is now in your charge as I take you through the hidden hallway. 5. Kingdom An angel may have brought you, But a devil will take you away. You’re here inside my kingdom And without a word to say. The marble, floor to ceiling, And the goldworks in between Shine yellow through the red light Cast on all that can be seen. Here, come lie down on this angelic bed And I’ll sing songs to you While you rest your gentle head, And I’ll wrap you in some feathers Passed down from a royal son, From a flock of geese hand-picked by a young Napoleon. I hold you with my words As a siren holds her prey And my arms engulf your body And your hair smells like Earl Grey And you give yourself completely As I kiss you on your neck And we move around the bases ‘Cause I can’t stop at a peck. Here, come lie down on this angelic bed While the subtle smells of Christmas Float inside your porcelain head And to my surprise, the rain grows cold But no heart goes unread As suddenly, the room grows cold. We lie still as the dead. 6. Iceland I can’t help but smell the fear On the shadows of your breath. Our hearts beat in time With what can’t be rain. “Relax. Relax. Relax. Relax.” “Can you hear that? Can you hear that sound?” “Relax. Relax. Relax. Relax.” “Let’s get out of here.” 7. Escape The beetle’s nests And spider’s webs Have frozen solid. The flare has burned out. The marble and concrete Slide us away. What was dust is now Crystal and icicle. And we come out My cellar door. 8. Okay Oh, stopped the rain And now it's snowing. Inside, the candlelight's Still glowing. So stopped your fear And now I'm showing That inside, your Desperation's growing. Relax! Relax! Relax! Relax! All God’s children… All God’s children… Relax! Relax! Relax! Relax! All God’s children Are ghost children. All ghost children… All ghost children… All those children... 9. Back Inside The slickers and golashes Break away and melt As we head back inside. The snow falls all but silently. The fireplace has been Sufficiently choked, But somehow, The congregation of candles Found the will to carry on. As the last grains of time fall away, It seems my goal has been met. 10. Finale As we embrace and intertwine, What’s mine is yours and yours is mine, And heaven helped us have this time. As we embrace and intertwine, The snow descends on all that’s mine, And blizzards never felt so fine. As we embrace, we both resign To share ourselves. We’ll be just fine. Forever somehow lets us go, And here we’ll stay, trapped in by snow. That's it. Thanks for reading, everyone! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 21 [informant] => butterat_zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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