(Just Another) Senile Saturday

On the 6th day, the Kittee rests. It's a good thing I'm resting cos The Woman is about to unleash more poetry on you. I beg all my furrends to bear with me while this travesty goes on. I'll be back tomorrow with more stunning witticisms.

DEVILS TALE

Enlightened children riding on horses

cry "Mercy! Mercy!"

with their veins popping thru their skin.

Monsters with lips in a snarl

are momentarily entangled in this scene.

Missionaries in white robes perform miracles;

Witches perform magic.

Nothing can turn the devil's head away for a moment.

There are fairies dancing thru the forest

As night becomes a cape over them now.

Each individual has his own sacred hell

in which to wallow and play.

Hard as we try, we cannot paint our private cell.

Color grows from trees and cannot be reaped

Right now they are all green anyhow

Don't try to turn the devil's head for a moment.

Sprinklers spray rosy rain over the field of battle

While cowboys in the nude wrestle in the sun.

The earth is burning, but I am freezing in silence

Sounds of water blazing in my ears

They hear no pitches like the ones

Being conjured up by the amateur musician

Scream to no avail / it is the sound of a choir

singing brilliantly in colors never perceived.

Why not, why not? yell the acrobats

Quiet, or you'll wake the devil sleeping in the park.

I wrote this poem back in 1977 for a co-worker and friend, who was studying acting at the Stella Adler Studio of Acting in Manhattan. I've long since lost touch with her. I'd like to now dedicate it to my extended family of blogging and tweeting sisters, Wanda, Janice, Mary, Michelle, Carole and Glogirly.

DEAR SISTER

Dear Sister

Fortune is at your feet

It's swirling faster than the eye can see

You cannot miss it though

It's always there waiting to be captured

And claimed as your own

At some time when you reach your station

You too can be rescued from the cross!

And Look! Your hands and feet are not bound

You have no limits, boundaries or borders

The whole world is yours

Ask for it, it cannot be denied

Your talents fill vast oceans

And the seven continents are your friends

Know them and the moon will also belong to you

Try to reach out and touch the brightest star

Learn all her intimate details

By now you've guess it

YOU are the star

So, dear sister, always believe in yourself

I hope I still have readers! Jeez, I thought she'd never shut up!!