....Weed.....

Rot Weed....
Rot Weed
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
July 25th, 2006

The coffee is old, rank, the taste punishes me; the isolation of life is made worse
By the habits of most, being lost, in this valley of creation, the world known to me
Is superior to acceptance of abuse in all forms--either drinking rancid brew
To take a beating, a rape, or sub-standard truth--dishonesty, and lies are murder
The firing squad waits patiently, for the weakest of all (mankind) will give in
Death is a shadow caught in the late afternoon light, do not turn--face it, give in
Laying face down on the battle field, pretending death is difficult
Still, hands out turned, legs twisted at an angle (as if shot in the head)
The blood of my brother smeared across my child's face, the enemy
Walks by in full force, energy steaming like volcanic heat, they pass
Left here, the night comes, my bladder full I piss in the weeds, knowing if I were a
Man I could stand tall, and empty; being a woman causes me to squat, lower
Myself to the ground, birds fly heaven up to the bulging clouds of white, the
Trees tower reaching to God, upper most branches are hands held to the purest
Plain (of life), yet I am here wallowing on the dirt, like a paralyzed viper, a snake
The scent of a peppermint plant arouses a moment of hope, it fades greatly, fast
Tonight the end will come, long overdue like that library book you found
Ten years after high school graduation, but I remember each day
Miserable, unhappy, and filled with the fear of life, alone on this earth
Never sure if I did right or wrong, never able to hug you or love you, not
Time for a disaster, today's events in this world are bizarre, to think the entire
World could pop from a single bomb, and mankind scurrying as black ants would
Pass to twilight, you beg for pleasant thoughts, your prison cell block prevents your
Ability to grab me by the arms and say "Honey stop I love you" and if you could
I am too sick to respond, you might choose your weakness over the strength of love
When I piss on the "rot weed" it died; I ambivalent can fall to darkness, night...

Dancing to the vibe, trance takes me further, deeper, beyond my despair and
This AnGeLinTranCe forgets that the beat will take you there, even when God beckons
In that dark club, filled with bodies excreting sweat, sex, primitive love efforts; stale
Smoke from punched out cigarettes is all I recall, and the peace dove died out in the
Wet stone alley, crying pigeons breed flagrantly, and their offspring of solid grey
Pedigree of life (death) forms paper back novels, this boredom prevents my legs
From feeling the energy to stand, dance, and break down again
If only this time it were different, and this drudgery would cease
An olive branch is all, still and cool an ocean away from here
Thirst quenched by simple water, and the pale undertones of rest
Tomorrow will come, boring icons of existence remain, and the world will
Surge on nothing of meaning, the qualities of a miracle escape me time and time
Again, and that gold wrist watch causes hives, so throw it to the trash and forget
The minutes, seconds, hours, and years; the lifetime of counting backwards
Escape I the meaning of a new day, STOP, please create the cross of belief here
Bible closed (again), and one prayer comes to mind, "God help me" and
You enter me again, there is a huge Berlin Wall before me
Feed me Haggendaaz strawberry ice cream by the pint
Brush your lips across my neck (just so) and then
A coca cola with crushed ice, a slice of lemon might
Take me in your arms again for I need you, the swimmer in me died, drowning
In this cold sea, my eyes search for you, knowing we have months till the end of
Your sentence, yet did wait before, and will piss in these weeds again, regardless
You make my blue eyes sparkle, my mouth smile; the words written in my heart
Billow with expectancy; LOVE is so invasive that sex has no meaning today, and
Intimacy is your heart engraved into mine, marriage is forever, come to me

They are banging hard to break the porch down
Soon the air will be crisp, fall will come and
The night will be long...