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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
Kidnapped (Warning: this poem is not about a sleeping boy). It is evening. I am in the apartment, puttering around, Semi-absorbed in doing nothing in particular. Suddenly a bunch of people crash through my locked door. I am deaf and just feel a vibration and a rush of wind. I don’t even have anything on. I am not quick enough. They physically overpower and seize me and I try to tell them I am deaf And try to have them use a tool to talk to me but they don’t have time. They get impatient and just drop it. It comes to me my abductors are, or represent, luminaries I may have read or vaguely heard about But that I had no particular reason to remember. Because They’re just people’s names. They bustle me down the hall, Out the building and pack me into a vehicle. I am seated next to the driver, a woman. As we take off, still while driving, She starts attempting to make out with me. Making passes at me while we careen recklessly through intersections and stop lights, Often driving one-handed and at times even no-handed. At every stop light or two she pulls to a stop so she can hug me. I am still nude and know I can’t conceal from her What she must surely know. I fear an accident and not just a traffic one But we finally come to a stop And after that a long and tender hug. It is a restaurant and, although I can not hear, I can smell the food and feel movement As people rush about around me. I am taken to and seated at a table. The woman sits near enough that I can hear her but I can here nothing and no one else. She begins to tell me what is being served and passed around the table. And I am still nude And I am in public. First come little finger sandwiches and such-like little morsels And then there is a dipping sauce; But I am still nude And I’m in a public restaurant. And I feel very messy. And have nothing with which to wipe my eyes. And I can’t communicate with anyone. They keep plying me and plying me with little morsels. I eat ravenously, because they didn’t give me time to eat When they abducted me. But the dishes and the morsels Seem like exaggerated parities of real ones. Like some of them are little cupcake-like things covered with molasses. It is very messy and I am still nude And don’t have anything with which to wipe myself. I vaguely wonder why they are doing this But can’t communicate with anyone. She brings me a beer stein So enormous it looks like a kettle, A stein of “iced beer.” Which I never heard of .. I mean, I’ve heard of ice-cold beer, Yet here was one with ice to keep it that way? And now I’m very full and have no room For whatever happens next. I keep expecting someone to tell me why, What could these people ever want with me? I haven’t done anything … I’m not doing anything right now … Nobody even knows me, or anything … well, some friends do, but … I keep expecting someone will make some announcement, or say something … But no one does … And I awake. And I actually get breakfast with Virginia in just NINE days! And then it will be EIGHT ! And then … … I just hope it won’t be anything like that! Jaime |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
Lots of images here, chaotic like a bad dream, maybe too much chaos, unless that's what you were going for, I liked the ideas, but perhaps some form behind the chaos would make this more powerful and help the reader, just a thought. Good write. |
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