Last updated on November 14, 2023
words by barbara doduk
7.
and
the question wasn’t answered
and ended in a why
over the hill
into the valley cave
soft and sweet
lingering there
hovered
tasting the longing for more
and
angels sang above the window ledge
and held the stars in their place
formed the clouds
to set background
for morning red sun shining
over deep tanned skin of land
the tarnished life
seasoned weathered smiles
and
no more
or less was spoken
jumping off jagged cliffs
landing in the mind
confused over answers
that came from the wonder
of the beginning
the hope for no end
ever with a mirage of waves
washing the slick of me away
into the void dark pit
all without light
on the rim of it
and
time became aware
and ticked off its charming hand
the wings rushed to hide
when out of the fantasy I arrived
and the air roams without cause and aim
over the flush
the pink
the hue
of the flesh of him
over the meat of me
and
the end is open
to the various functions and flaws
questions without reasonable pause
quick and sure plead
all answered
dreaming the what
of the gut
to the pain
the gift
the mixed up matter and countless reminders
and
a mourning went
flushed away
lifting
drifting
drive
I have the memory of the longing
for the more of this
the detoured roads let travel begin
tarred black the sticky path
and
it repeats skips
and shoots the arrow bow over the tree
into the pulp cupid
and down it all goes in a psychedelic dream
ripping away the seams
and stitching back the remains
bone patching
the holes whole
with lip melting kisses
soft cheek caresses
so I can flower
and grow in the world garden
no more questions
just
here
I
go