Dee Dee Dee Daa Daa Daa


THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS OF A SUICIDAL WOMAN DURING HER MENSTRUAL CYCLE

Dee Dee Dee
Daa Daa Daa
an intoxicating tune
of a light touch
an even rhyme
cracking from the bone rhythm

The relish of walls is palpable
honey leaking through the cracks
I stick my hand in the intimate…

Blood through driblets of ink
have been poured in the negus to the top
negus is the drink of goddesses.

I’ll stick my head in the oven like Sylvia Plath
a smart woman did it when the time was right and now I have thirty
load it up with gas
don’t stick the nuzzle on while you choke
the red eye absorbs the mystical state of love

And you have miniature bridges for jumping off of
atop the morn where an injured bird peacefully flies
out in the icy air
voices twist around among the bridges
they dove into the mud looking for you

A suicidal person observes from atop the fence
while they’re looking for you in the water

Dee Dee Dee
Daa Daa Daa
an intoxicating tune
of a light touch
an even rhyme
cracking from the bone rhythm
twist the damn tap!

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3 thoughts on “Dee Dee Dee Daa Daa Daa

    1. I am glad that through seemingly lyrical verses, the hidden meaning of the darkness can be seen. in fact, it seems to me, in no explicit poetry about darkness, the darkness emphasizes and shines more, through the construction of the atmosphere, without forcing the archetypes and horror names. I like discerning reader. Thank you for your comment, Christine.

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