MADE FOR YOU AND ME 2: hive Being (Stanzas 2017—part 27)
Let's workshop this stanza sequence about payroll, dragons, to-do lists, mirrors, pussy galore, small towns, infanticide, dashed dreams, makeup, Hitler, disillusionment, ugliness
marooned midway through one’s mythic quest, the island’s dragon soon appeared making the position clear threatens to make it vulnerable to overhead and payroll, not to the poor thoughts of suicide to stay in the game when mere to-do lists fail isolation roused psychic monsters even the sexual organs of family are open for dinner conversation once stricken with severe illness trained enough not even to think of his wife’s sisters, friends, as harboring pussies—he sailed her circles with Odyssean wax up his nostrils, blocking out the sweet dankness of their wake not introducing your daughter to the old friend in the supermarket because she is unattractive glances crossing through mirrors immigrant businesses marked by American flags in the entrances hated by one’s mother for good reason pussies dank with lust where do you go when even your parents are homeless? restrain your envy of artists lest you find yourself one— alone, weird, ridiculed, poor small towns where loveliness goes wasted crushing the infant, asleep in the most absurd place phone book on the seat for height did Hitler come off as a buffoon during his rise to power too? dreams where you are no longer wheelchair-bound what is most important about most of us goes unseen feeling inauthentic under makeup, but covering that up too notice-me attire the realization that the future in which we placed our dreams no longer lies ahead of us disillusionments mounting, so many projected futures having collapsed, could you blame him for broadening out his identity?
This is a portion of an ongoing mosaic poem called Made for You and Me. This portion is from the first installment: hive Being (Stanzas 2016-2020). More specifically, it is from the 2017 portion of that five-part work.