Marbels

Where’d they go?


I think I’ve lost a couple of marbles
I was not aware of the fact, until weird stuff
Started happening. As in wanting to smash
Someone’s head, on the keyboard over and over
Again, and type with the tip of her nose on the keys.

How many times have you contemplated this?
Adjacent is a girl who does not masticate her
Food. She kind of inhales it, slurps it, and sucks
The bone marrow simultaneously, as she expedites
her lunch down her esophagus, and punctuates it with a burp.

It is a magical disappearing act! And as I am
Trying to write and simultaneously eat, she always comes
Up to attempt to converse with me. Please just go
I tell her telepathically. Can't you see that
I'm concentrating, instead of outside making out with the sun?

Then the other day I did my laundry. Due to my
Wearing all white kick which signifies light and purity,
I washed it all together. The t-shirts, brassieres,
Shirts and cotton undies…along with a blue ink pen
Which infiltrated this load and wrote all over it.

I’ve created a collage which I’ve taped next to my
computer, and on the wall by my bed. I find solace
when I view Miller, Neruda, Vallejo, Hemingway,
Marquez, Bukowski, and L. Cohen as well. They
Quietly observe me and tell me…”They don’t own

You…they don’t own your soul.” So you see, my bed
Is already populated by men who’ve deeply touched
Me in some form. Have you ever had an orgasm
While viewing Henry Miller in his old age? It is kind
of strange, and fascinating as well.

So, if I were to have sex, it would have to be in a motel,
or perhaps on a bus stop bench. One can at least hope a
man owns his own bed? That’s not too much to ask for, no?
I wish I could have met these men, even if once. I would
Have asked a lot of questions, and shared a bottle of wine.

And upon parting, I would have given each a tender kiss,
As sweet and juicy as a nectarine on their puckered lips.
This kiss infused with passion, courage, and gratitude,
For men such as these have taught us that the real danger
of losing one self, lies in becoming too domesticated and meek...

Which is akin to having a lobotomy willingly.
So I think I've lost a couple of marbles on the way...
Where did they go?
Where can I find them?
Automatically my lips paint a smile when I think of the ways.





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