March 3, 2014

rag doll rituals...

photo by Mary Ellen Mark ©





talisman

empty your soul here
she said we have
the best transition stations
guild guided and gilded
we search for
a certain childlike gullibility
or at the very least
we look for an ability to trust
a suspension of cynicism

something that says
we can make 
someone believe
in something 
even if it is
only a momentary smile

we sell
articulate shells
the souls fill

we tell
your pieced assured
the calm warm palms
you are stolen
fleeting
fractured
seconds
falling off 
your thoughts,
pockets, songs 
and poems

we store
your more
for you
to pour 
here out

she said
this is why
surrendering
death 
is birth
becoming
life
through 
an endless 
hunger lens
of glass and
cold spring 
mornings

voyeur cannibalism
the passerby
and stage mime
is screaming
dreaming aloud
I wish 
rag doll heaven
weren’t so close
to the ground

EJR ©



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