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George Potter

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House Of Pain
« on: July 06, 2005, 06:48:47 pm »

House Of Pain

Within a framework
of shattered bones;
thatched with torn out hair,
walled with lacerated skin
dried crudely in the sun,
tanned and taut with labor.
(Ditches I have dug,
shit I have shoveled,
dishes I have washed,
trucks I have loaded,
a back I have broken,
indignities I've suffered,
two arthritic knees I hobble on now,
from miles I have walked,
shed a river of sweat
yet you do not
give a fuck
.)

Inside sits a broken heart.

This structure
is held together
by the knives I've pulled
from my back.

Enough. Enough.

I sit now,
drawing a cloak of black
over my tired form.
I've laid out a suit of clothes
suitable to die in.
I've cleaned and oiled my guns.
Loaded them, click, click.
They rest easy near me,
at the ready,
close at hand.
I sit, sipping bitter tea
as the dark comes on.
I sit and wait.
No words left but the words
the fire sings in its
red and beating heart,
staring at photographs of my daughter as a baby.

Your move.
« Last Edit: July 06, 2005, 07:09:19 pm by George Potter »
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« Reply #1 on: July 06, 2005, 08:40:11 pm »

My, my.

You do write potent stuff, bro.
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« Reply #2 on: July 07, 2005, 12:17:27 am »

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My, my.

You do write potent stuff, bro.
Yeah,  what you said...
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« Reply #3 on: July 07, 2005, 11:27:25 am »

Jeezuz, George.

'nuff power in those few words to run LA for a week..........

Whhhhheeeewsh (shudders)

 
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« Reply #4 on: July 09, 2005, 01:53:16 pm »

Amen. But I shudder to think how much of that is autobiographical, George.

Damn that the greatest art has to come through so much agony.
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« Reply #5 on: July 09, 2005, 02:02:59 pm »

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Amen. But I shudder to think how much of that is autobiographical, George.

Damn that the greatest art has to come through so much agony.

Well, that's the thing. If I'm writing about it -- exorcising the demons, so to speak -- it means I'm ok. That I'm dealing with it. That I'm doing something about it, making a profit from it.

This is a poem that can be read on two levels. The first is, as some know, very personal. But the second level is more general, and I think it's a sort of mood all of us folk who see where the trends are headed have felt.

We've all of us worked our fingers to the bone. We've all built these structures with the knives from our backs. As it gets darker and darker there's not much left to do but get ready, sit quiet, contemplate those things we truly love, and wait for the next move.
 
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