August 7th - Three Poems
City
Goddess
I
saw your divinity in the painted eyes
of
a stoned street waif
I
saw your fertility in China town’s alley
where
a ten dollar hooker seven months pregnant
squatted
to void her bladder
I
saw your generosity in the hands of the white-haired lady
who
sits on the park bench talking to herself
with
bags of birdseed and cat food, peanuts and scraps.
Most
people don’t see you at all
they
turn their eyes away
They
look for answers in scriptures
and
daily, they pray
Other’s
only find you in the woods
or
in the smudged sanctity of incensed new age book stores
But
you are here, and everywhere
Maiden
Mother
and crone
...
...
Chameleon
You
can change your look but not your nature
you
can’t judge the book by the cover
But
it’s the 90’s and its all about marketing
its
all about the package, its all about the power
it’s
a very pretty gown - but the seams are coming out
it’s
a great book cover - but the pages are filled with drivel
the
muscle bound movie hero, has the personality of a psychotic killer
but
we love him anyways, cuz he’s got style
the
anorexic model’s guts are rotting out
slick
white cigarettes and pitch black lungs
shiny
red cars and acid rain
Fast
food hamburgers
Twenty
children starving while a cow fattened for the slaughter
eats
their
grain
thirty-six
double D cups
a
whole lot of silicon, a whole lot of pain
the
picture perfect rock star
hiding
a syringe full of poison in a vein
You
think you have the power
you
think you know a good deal
you
think you know what’s beautiful
you
can change the look but not the nature
truth is power, and beauty is truth, but beauty is more than skin deep
...
...
Dragon
Lady
lips
and nails wear bloodied veils
you
snore, when you sleep
dangling
cigarette
your
appetite curtails
of
old opium and perfume you reek
tea
stained teeth and blackened gums
from
years of poppy juice with mahjong chums
ivory
buttons and satin brocade
dyed
blue black hair
glued
in place with sandalwood pomade
years
and years of stuffing your fears
in
dark corners
has
lined your face with crevices and cracks
delicate
jade earrings dangle from distended lobes
when
you walk you keep your back straight
and
in your eyes, lurks the look of poorly concealed hate.
Dragon
lady
I
see you hiding in my soul
face
of my gluttony and reflection of my vices
trying
to tempt me with your exotic spices
I
have learned to resist you
for you are getting old.
...
XOX
Katt