Of Honey, Roses,and Venom

Of Honey, Roses,and Venom

L. Edgar Otto  27 October, 2013

I. Mothers & Daughters Work the Bars & Dress Up for

the Other Halloween

The hidden side of one way mirrors work both ways

to lift a face and mask

Tammy Faye head on, imprinting, colliding with my

tee shirt, make-up, leaves here face a featureless cloud

It starts with children's shows, mom, dad, puppets, local TV

or Xuxa, once a pron star, now darling redeemed

Beloved by the peanut gallery

Of clowns and Captain Kangaroo

tragic masks, comic masks, epic preternatural

Bottle fed shadow sheep stuffed animals to be shorne

of wool, ride bareback on the prancing pony dream, or

Unicorns only to be pushed out of opened doors

puppy mills, already lost far from the strand and broken

Thru walls and Great Balls of fire until if lucky realize

the Rolex watch reward and large brass golden giraffes

Cheap knock off copies

II. Does God do Automatic Writing

We used to count by letters made of god-like

hieroglyphics, runes near to them

Then just put on the pictures or spoken story

alphabet of metaphor, history emerged entangled

Half babble Rosetta stones in fractured leaps

leaving clues

Alas, the numbers for their tally marks, recycled wood

to burn, contracts long forgotten or in commerce

Made of cuneiform then sealed inside ball of baked clay

masking them until they're broken.

This empire new slogans carve, a pipe or cave

filled with crushed pillars of Pharaohs past

The prophets speak of generations, empty, seething

brimstone, or successive layers, levels of hell

Echoed here in earthly tells, gods, ghosts, now aliens

from end time prophesy to predictions we call science

Women still blow pigment to spray paint on cave walls

their hands that leave a shadow.

III. Venom Razzle-Dazzle or Camouflage

Sweet Rose Etta, I left but with a withered blossom with

acid fire on a chain link fence see thru as you tossed with

Your wedding bouquet, Venus belt trapped on the fly

with stained glass slippers, the imprint of you open hand

Slap on my face, so I read the news report ow well you were loved, your general hospitality- I part of your pelts of motherhood

Boys and their puppy dong tails - I saw my pet speckled

slug as beautiful as your freckled mug-  Rhesus negative Who frets she cannot wear green or look like Christmas

cat fight claw my Rh-positive animus, the little red haired girl

Hell for me would be to take a younger Eve

tempted even if she were a nurse, relive my father's fate

Then she remove one node and all its links that our

new world encased upon itself brings conflict

Breaks apart love between my children's sisters, brothers

even step and half siblings, lost modern families

Even the last left of a nuclear one to fission itself

All this somehow foreseen, my path a little less

than my father's failures- beyond resentment biological

Mom took with her to unforgiving innocence down below

as you whom I doubt said loved him, there alone to pull the

Plug following the circle of your slime of slugs

May you - and whatever lesser god that cannot forgive and

struck you blind - rot and burn in a forgotten hell.

* * * * * 

For  imaginary garden submitted Monday... concerning masks... Only could see two of you before phone slowed down and main PC went on the blink (at library now) did read some others but could not comment.

I took the Vandana's flower picture as inspiration and the venom of fireblossom... sorry if it is too dark...