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No Milk and Cookies

by seanfarragher 

Posted: 13 February 2005
Word Count: 501
Summary: Poem is part of a book in progress: "My Mother is Marilyn Monroe". The book is an account of my life as a child.
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No Milk and Cookies

Mother stalked me with her spoon
when father drank. Love was
”a turn of the screw” James’
story was mysterious,
water fills the tub barely
kicking the ocean as I splash
in the bath with her perfume
on my lips and on her fingers.

It was a game; she flew naked
from lies. I was not child she said.
“Man of my dreams,” she sang.
Delusion and mercy forever and ever.

Held by my privates,
Sprayed with blue milk I sucked.
She laughed. She loved harder
as she spoke that word “pain”
in commercials for happiness.

She tongued my lips and I bit her nipple
Christ violet in flower. She said. “More
It hurts. It is a bloody sky, crimson
patch of gentleness. “Amen.
I am your demon.”

When I held her she laughed too easy
at the mystery of the boy and his chalice.

The next morning I woke to the smell of raw milk
gone sour -- she of semen left out to ripen;
father slept on the floor not forgotten.

No one caught her for his crime
nor did Father suffer pale malaise.
She died not knowing the legacy.
The entrance to her hell
was a ball of sun and a noose

“You are the lamb,” she said
“I am the woman with the axe.”

It was fear she said.
I cannot watch you
as I fall from your side
and it doesn’t happen
as stroke follows memory.

I rose at dawn and made
that extension a daily ritual
The world lived inside and my breath
was cool, instant after instant I signed
at the place where I was ordered
she made me lie down in her green pasture
I could not confess her sins. I opened
her door and watched her with him

I was sad as she turned away
He laughed as my wife revised
our order of ceremony. She’s
mine I wanted to shout. He took
her back and beat her raw
I rubbed her wounds and kissed
where she longed to hurt
syllables split into stalks
hide, seek allows pollution.
They called sex that once.

When she came I counted
the number of thrusts
expanded like a litany of sex
on the back of her cross where
We live happy together
in Mary, in the end of all things
while Saturn covered us with methane
as frozen rivers from triton.

The beach is arms.
Crust of the rock “Genesis”
In billions of miles, years from
then to now mother
and father made love
in the void as salt revives
the strip tease of the lash.

I remember her pleasure
as I came too soon, late
to the morning of her sun.

I worship at that Hollywood door
where her hair parts and
moisture leaks from her gate.

I was stalked in my flannel
warm and cozy night dress
she made it for me.
stood up made for burlesque
while I gave into her pleading
and let go in her mouth.

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anisoara at 07:33 on 14 February 2005  Report this post

I love this. It's obscure, and like a puzzle - it seems like the meaning comes out by not looking straight at it, and re-reading. (Re-reading with enjoyment, I might add.) You have a style I have not seen before.

As a prose fiction writer, I don't think I can offer much in the way of critique other than to provide my reactions, but I am sure the poets will be more helpful!

Anyway, welcome to WriteWords. This is a fine corner of the web!


laurafraser at 15:01 on 14 February 2005  Report this post
this is somethinig that given the time, i would love to print and take to a sofa in the country to re-read and re-read-i wonder though if it couldn't be made a little sharper-perhaps a little re-shaping towards the end? but ultimately i think that you have created something really quite brilliant and inspirational to read, it made me really think about poetry and what a potent tool it can be for delivering a message and at the same time aware that you are only reading what you have been allowed to-if that makes sense-thank-you, this shall remain prominent in my mind i am sure for a while

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