Anger...

Bone Friction
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BSRN
Monday October 22, 2007


Elderberry elephant perfume, sprayed upon the boggy leg
She is limping like a broken tree limb, cracked yet that swollen
Fat calf is bulging like a festering boil, the stench could kill and
The factory smells are sweet in comparison, the morning sky pink
Polluted, sludge filled candy cane, where is faith and hope where
Is the light at the end of the tunnel, where are you, yes you?

Little girl lost in the grocery store, crying for her mother
Frozen in the aisle where tin foil and garbage bags are
Stacked too neatly, crying so hard she cannot breathe
If she waits much longer she will pass out, no mother

He barricades the door, locks the lock, sweats as he digs through
Piles of letters postmarked in Texas, he even smells one of them
Her perfume assaults his senses, and piss red anger boils in his
Pale washed out gray not deep blue eyes, they are sunken deep
Like two ugly caves, his mouth is set solid, he misses the cool
Fall breeze, sounds of laughter; his ignorance disallows life, ending

She dances freely, moving her body openly to the sounds
The simple beat it is louder than her pain, she is happy for
This moment, tasting freedom for a second, then she looks around
Afraid she will be caught in motion, in what feels good, she runs away

There is a large black snake on the circular drive, he comes over with the
Ax and breaks it in two, it attempts to get closer reminding him the bite
Will feel like death even if the venom lacks poison, he could live through the
Pain or continue to kill the snake, chopping it into unrecognizable pieces
Until it no longer is a snake, but a mashed mess of parts, and the smell
If left out in this hot sun will fill the air with the truth, he has no conscience

You used to love ice cream, and would sit licking the last drop dry
If you asked for more I'd let you eat until your belly was full, you
Never were hungry, tired, or scared even when he blew up like a
Bomb you could come into my arms and know peace, so come

There are volumes written, experts define and diagnose, yet we are the patriots
The warriors, the soldiers dressed in military uniform, we are human despite our
Battle stance, we love with hearts of pure gold even though the enemy must be
Stopped, for the land of the free, the home of the brave is our deepest heart
We march solemnly in single file ahead, we are aware of the seasons changing
The time is now, the enemy sees us approach, and we face him head on, it is done

We hold hands and walk, no one cares even though this place
Is filled with unhappiness, we must build our white picket fence
From scratch, we must let the puppy dog out, we must make the
Bed, we must eat dinner, rest, and sleep deeply, we must live...

I don't like this mall anymore, old memories of sad days, and a family broken remain
New stores, old stores, the years have not changed the place or the time we can
Walk down here, get in the car, drive west; stop and rest, drive west, and see now
This state is different, the next will be closer to home, the sky is opening like a huge
Womb ready to give birth, you are relaxed I see you smile and then fall to sleep
I keep on driving because the closer we get to home, the more you will be you...

He cannot bear his own image in the mirror and I am happy to say
We do not have to live there, hear his voice, or take his commands
If he knew love as we do he would never have taken you from the
Only mother (me) you will ever have (me) and you are my heart

Sweet child wash off the elephant perfume, throw away the trash lining your deepest
Soul, let the spring water cleanse you, purify the fear, and soon it will all go away
We need prove nothing for the proof of the living is the kindness we show, this
Time is precious, every minute is carved in platinum, and no one will own you
Disown you, possess you; abuse you again, let us walk barefoot in the meadow
Put our feet down in this cool mountain stream, say a prayer, get in the car

We are there, we are here
Where are we
We are home...