Dazed, Afraid to Begin

17 Jul

The general crooked
his finger with a great
pity, but he knew he
must waste no time.

The actress heard him.
Why not try another pinch
She thought wasting
Time.

The writer blocked-
there was no tie binding
him- he’ll never let
the right words go.

The prophet looked them
all over to see. One
thing was negative,
but the other was not.
They all looked at him.

The world can’t
go on this way-
that would hardly suit
my book, the writer decided
on language after seeing
the bleeding blind man
on the streets- that was a
positive sign- of the times.

Everything is a joke-
Either inside or outside.
All is possible, but they all
believe alike about the bear.
She was a good woman- the
secret things which destroy them-
he knows.

Let me introduce you to my
husband. We are not talking
anymore, the actress whispers.

Each troop a mark, the general
laughspeaks.

You think I want to be shot?
You who would shoot
your own mother.
Where do you plan to sleep?
The blind prophet screams
blood in the streets.

It just doesn’t make sense-
another sending of Satan.
Had Death ever gone on
strike before? What is money
to anyone? And the actress
has become a mystified
panhandler.

The general shook his head-
Please do not remove this-
what a singular thing!

The prophet crooked his
Finger- that’s not the same-
It may be more useful now.
Would everyone die with him?
It turned out they never would.
Some say there are two now-
the rumors come running. His
blood boils in every way for
the beautiful girls over the cliff.
It is best that she goes now. Last
night she slept with him- it is clear.

Why didn’t you do it? the
General asks the writer.
Something passed amongst
us, and you were born to die,
the writer types away his
response.

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4 Responses to “Dazed, Afraid to Begin”

  1. Emma July 19, 2012 at 7:26 pm #

    This is fantastic, original but at the same time familiar in that it reminds me of another era- it’s got a great kind of noir feeling to it. Love the way you use enjambment and so much of your phrasing is excellent. A pleasure to read

    • mattspotentialpoetry July 19, 2012 at 8:44 pm #

      Emma, thanks so much for stopping by, and I truly preciate the most kind remarks. Peace.

  2. Louise Jaques July 23, 2012 at 4:29 am #

    This one particular stanza was very striking – The writer blocked-
    there was no tie binding
    him- he’ll never let
    the right words go.

    I think this is a wonderful metaphor! Lovely to stumble across your work.

    • mattspotentialpoetry July 23, 2012 at 8:11 pm #

      Louise, glad you stumbled upon my work, and I do hope you’ll be a regular visitor. Thanks for the kind words! Peace.

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