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.
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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...