my sister called
she blacked out
when
she came to
there was a knife
with
blood
on it
two years ago
she was pulled over
for
allegedly
driving
erratically
driving too slow
they
blood tested her
and found
morphine
prescribed
by her doctor
she failed
to appear in court
shes had
a botched spine fusion
two hip replacements
is in a wheelchair
things like court dates
kinda got put on the back burner
the doctor who prescribed
wont call back
her public defender
wont call back
the sheriffs came yesterday
to tell
her
to apeear in court
on monday
or else
they’d come and get her
no car
no money
i tried to
calm her down
telling her
they
wont throw
a granny in
a wheelchair
in jail
as long as you dont call
the judge
a motherfucker
as
she is wont to do
i told her to forget about the bloody
knife
there was no dead body
in her trailer
i told her
to call me monday
after
she sees the judge
from home
or the
hoosegow
instead she called tuesday at 2 am
my mother
was manic depressive
she’d take
the butcher knife
from
the wall
and
lock herself
in the
bathroom
when she came out
the knife was never
bloody
and no one was ever laying
dead on the floor
i think
things will
be ok
my sister
is an
outlaw
so
who can say
Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich tradition of poetry, art, music, and culture available to me. This continues to allow my poetry to flourish in a rich loam of influences. The work I believe is representative of the best thoughts and intuitions of my generation of writers whose challenge is to move forward with the gifts given to us from previous generation of artists. From Ferlinghetti who opened my eyes to Pound and Eliot through the various significant literary and art movements of the 20th century. Then there was the haiku master Basho who showed us frogs leaping into the pond of our mind. John Berryman said our poetry should be something no one else could do. I've tried to focus on that idea.
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I agree she probably shouldn't call the judge a mother fucker cos it seems these days anything can happen to anyone. Tiny children can be jailed at a whim. So...take care and my regards to your sister. At least she has a good poem here ...
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