Slice Of...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
January 20th, 2007
Cut, sharp so very deep, this slice of heart dies, gangrene your soul
Seeps, cinders like ash form; tremendous vaporized heat feed from that
Laser beam (your rage) spinning forth blue light, pinpoint diamonds cut
Yes they cut (me up in shreds) and my arms flail, my legs drop, knees
Buckle beneath me, and the girl you know (is dead) and just a taste of
Ice cream kiss remains (her lips pout) and your demon protrudes from
The eyes that love me, that dug deeper till you knew me
Owned the heart that beat, for no one (not even you)
Wonderland oh Alice get off my hat, go down way down
Drop off my planet this is 'Karen's World" can't come in
He cries those tears that splash on the windshield, the torrential storm
Brews and Mondays rain, is Tuesday's snow, is Wednesday's ice
"I can't take no more!" and running in circles it never ends, never goes
To peace, to that warm sunny place desired in that wanton spirit that
Glows like neon rice deep in my gut, you can't come in so go away
Ride your horse, your motor cycle, your fast car and leave me alone
Solitary star bides time in this hemisphere, the old woman
Groans and staggers over a cane (cannot bear her weight)
The hole in her back is a hole in my heart, the child is dead
Pigtails gone, bones broken, Mother's nemesis kill me again
Hold my hand if you will, there is no scent of French perfume, or soft
Touch to draw you in, today my stomach churns on too much strong
Dark coffee, no half and half left, that Coke and ice just cannot do it
Candy cane lips touch age old dreams, when I kiss you it won't be
The same, never was, you are the disease that ravished my heart and
Contagious to no one (just me) you dot my life with blurred promises
No tin foil Christmas wrappers, garish bows tied haphazardly
Too many Eve's I've wrapped presents for those you hate
Tonight a diamond ring in a white box is given me and I say
"Why give this to me for you hate me" and your strong voice
States "No I love you I always did and will" this is special, and the
Tiny white lights crowd the kitchen counter, bottles of alcohol litter
Crumbs left over from a cake unfinished, and the stove heats the
Room and HBO movies are Christmas tales of unlucky lives that
Are far happier than mine, do you know what happened and how
Close I came to never making it "home alive" does it matter, no
In sleep he watches me curled around the pillow
Legs longer and more silent in deep rest than in heels
A million light nights away, the years scatter like confetti
Boys eating carrots, they are healthy, live forever, not I
Roller coaster ride, hot Jersey sun, the places I have not seen beckon
Children canvas the screen, I paint sand, pounding waves, smell of
Hotdog with mustard in a soft fresh bun, on your face, tonight the dream
Stops, alone in isolation I ponder the END, the beginning never came
Wooden soldier your pants are down, the paint chipped from your eyes
One gone (are you blind), voice muted, silent, one down, two dead
Rose petal one lays on my cheek, inhale this last moment
Pink pain, white oblivion, yellow rose of Texas (she is not)
That blue lizard on the brick outside the house makes me
Run away another day, skipping, hopping, see you later
Slice of lemon, touch my tongue
Awaken I in this solo bed, that pillow
Rests a thousand miles from nowhere
Barefoot walking, desert floor, I am cold
End it, don't begin it, it never was
LOVE, this heart is broken, bent
Ice pop dead...
*\/*
