After
the Queen 
I have the key
 now sliding
 in the  metal bed
I’m back  from Lawless            
whole  
I find
the soundless lounge
unspattered  
seems surreal
in pristine clean  
this is not
the land I left
my bedroom 
 comes a cold sweat
spurting  
I find nothing I find
one small dog sad
dressed in cable knit
confined to floor mat bed
too afraid to wag
those arses
I rage into the kitchen where
the shine  the gleam
arrests 
in the slight striped habit 
of a tea towel   what wells 
in the drainer 
lined up by taxonomic principle
conceived in Stepford heart
butt plug hummer rabbit
 oh my heart  this
is
vengeance 
this is more than I can bear I am 
this spirit    of lawless
I pick up the phone 
it is time to
fight back            
I say
I believe  there has been
an unlawful
entry 
 do come
 
Trespass. Transgressive. Lawless.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, dear Kerri.
Oh my heart / this is more than I can bear / the spirit of lawless lives on - we can't escape it. Fabulous poem :))
ReplyDeleteyep fabulous!
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