Wednesday, July 12, 2006

poem: dead in Central Park

dead in Central Park
by zenjew

please may i

laugh lightly like
the executive's assistant
strolling through tree-lined pathways
handtwined with
his fresh fiance

or please may i

smile secretly
as my ipod whispers
sublime truths
to my knowing ears
of the constant rhythm
of the falling leaves

or may i

smash my head
so strongly against
this still standing oak
i cower beneath
until i collapse in a pool of
painful bliss

where my
dripping
pounding
bleeding head

distracts me

from this
dull
but elusively
persistent
tight
throb
pulsating at
the back of my throat

for a short while

5 comments:

Cellar Door said...

"until i collapse in a pool of
painful bliss"

great great line.

anonym00kie said...

ok this is weird, but the first thing that came to mind when i read this was something i once read in a natural medicine book - enemas help to alleviate headaches..
dull one pain by waking up another..
hmm..
not sure why i just told you that :)

socialworker/frustrated mom said...

Wow great stuff! Very powerful. I love the way each paragraph starts with "may i" that gives it all the more power.

David_on_the_Lake said...

but then your bleeding pounding head will demand a distraction as well....

FrumGirl said...

Well its bliss only if you choose to numb yourself that way or as you say on my blog flow with adversity. Or are you just fed up with 'establishment'?