today and old poetry
Feb. 20th, 2007 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kissa_bitesIt's been an especially long day today - if only because it's been a day off. I didn't nap nearly as much as I should have, nor did I write a single word of Tapestry. I really have to buckle down and start writing - all of this procrastinating is stupid.
The new car is wonderful, getting insurance for it isn't. The two major companies that review VIN numbers don't recognize my car as existing. My insurance company is trying to bend over backwards, but it just isn't working. I have yet to get insurance as of today and it's been two days!
Stelle's foot is still crummy and she's still limping after her corn surgery. Of course, the terror twins won't leave her alone, which freaks her out so much that she forgets even the smallest bit she knows about potty training. The carpets have been cleaned twice in two weeks. It should be done more often *sighs*.
However, just because, here's an old poem:
Travesty of a Passion
I walked into Jerusalem
From the delights of En-gedi
palm leaves dancing
rose petals fluttering to bask at my feet
your kisses brushing over my bare throat
Hosanna, Hosanna
secure in your love
delirious in mine
happily, nay gratefully, blessedly
teacher
healer
guide
mother
sister
lover
betrayal was whispered
lies carefully plotted
every honeyed kiss, the bite of a serpent
licked to soothe, with a forked tongue
I washed your feet before the meal
you served a goblet of rosary pea wine and foxglove biscuits with a swirl of satin silk
for thirty pieces of silver and gold to adorn the ears and ankle of a dancing girl
and hearts instead of heads on a platter
it was in a garden
that I begged for the truth to be a lie
still lost in your ergot caress
begging to stay the inevitable
walking down the path of my Gesthsemane
choking on denials
but awaiting your kiss
I fought
but I and the soldiers gambled away my reputation
the stakes were your honor
truth was the ante
but lies were my lots
I lost my clothing in the casting
and my dignity in the harsh laughter of arithmancers who knew history and prophesy
while I was defending your oleander truth
so crossed naked into the praetorium of the garden
to be pitied and mocked, spat upon, for pride went before my fall
Judas Iscariot laughed again and demanded more
and the crowd cried for another
a thousand shallow slashes cross my heart
like the marks left by crown of thorns
the knives that scored my soul
were every lie you told me
every falsehood that I loved
every letter that I wrote
only to have my legs broken three times by the hammer of my Simon Peter's betrayal
rivulets of crimson
sulking down my chest and stomach and hip
hotter than even your tongue
burning a scarlet acid trail over the snow white flesh of innocence
martyred for the amusement of a fantasy
crucified by the truth
crucified by the lies of you
crucified by a whim
crucified by a shadow of a woman
crucified by myself
and the garden that spawned my Golgatha
The new car is wonderful, getting insurance for it isn't. The two major companies that review VIN numbers don't recognize my car as existing. My insurance company is trying to bend over backwards, but it just isn't working. I have yet to get insurance as of today and it's been two days!
Stelle's foot is still crummy and she's still limping after her corn surgery. Of course, the terror twins won't leave her alone, which freaks her out so much that she forgets even the smallest bit she knows about potty training. The carpets have been cleaned twice in two weeks. It should be done more often *sighs*.
However, just because, here's an old poem:
Travesty of a Passion
I walked into Jerusalem
From the delights of En-gedi
palm leaves dancing
rose petals fluttering to bask at my feet
your kisses brushing over my bare throat
Hosanna, Hosanna
secure in your love
delirious in mine
happily, nay gratefully, blessedly
teacher
healer
guide
mother
sister
lover
betrayal was whispered
lies carefully plotted
every honeyed kiss, the bite of a serpent
licked to soothe, with a forked tongue
I washed your feet before the meal
you served a goblet of rosary pea wine and foxglove biscuits with a swirl of satin silk
for thirty pieces of silver and gold to adorn the ears and ankle of a dancing girl
and hearts instead of heads on a platter
it was in a garden
that I begged for the truth to be a lie
still lost in your ergot caress
begging to stay the inevitable
walking down the path of my Gesthsemane
choking on denials
but awaiting your kiss
I fought
but I and the soldiers gambled away my reputation
the stakes were your honor
truth was the ante
but lies were my lots
I lost my clothing in the casting
and my dignity in the harsh laughter of arithmancers who knew history and prophesy
while I was defending your oleander truth
so crossed naked into the praetorium of the garden
to be pitied and mocked, spat upon, for pride went before my fall
Judas Iscariot laughed again and demanded more
and the crowd cried for another
a thousand shallow slashes cross my heart
like the marks left by crown of thorns
the knives that scored my soul
were every lie you told me
every falsehood that I loved
every letter that I wrote
only to have my legs broken three times by the hammer of my Simon Peter's betrayal
rivulets of crimson
sulking down my chest and stomach and hip
hotter than even your tongue
burning a scarlet acid trail over the snow white flesh of innocence
martyred for the amusement of a fantasy
crucified by the truth
crucified by the lies of you
crucified by a whim
crucified by a shadow of a woman
crucified by myself
and the garden that spawned my Golgatha
