Friday, July 22, 2011


BLAME
Lamentations of the deluded

Frida Kahlo "The Little Deer" 1946
        
I could have been
      successful
      better bodied
      done better
      lived better
      loved better

Tied to
      the saboteur
      the doomed
      the damned

I believed in
      the future
      a hope

I lost verdant spring to fall’s winter preparation
I swallowed the bitter poison of disappointment like mothers milk

It was my
     cross
     sacrifice
     sustenance

Baptized and reborn as a distortion
     No more