


Poetry
At the Beams
BELOW
AUDIO
EXCERPT BELOW
Mom and Dad at The Exorcist
BELOW
Fin & Fang
3am
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Poetry is what I do when the regular order of words can't express the weirdness I'm feeling OR SOMETIMES I JUST LIKE THE WAY CERTAIN WORDS CLICK TOGETHER AND THE SOUND GETS STUCK IN MY HEAD!
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At the Beams
Your wiry legs perched, arched, waiting
At the beams
Between the hall and coming in my room
Beast more than bug, oh sorry
So full on all sides
We don't have spiders like you in the city
You have me still
You stood too, us both deciding
Do you remember any of this?
I thought of how to save us both
Release us all, truly
From the tangled web, as they say
My voice cracks and sings
I didn't want to call
But he came for me and my finger points
He stomped like a breath
My shock swelled in the rug
With you
I had done it all wrong
If you see him, my father,
He won't remember this
But you'll both be there at the beams.

Fin & Fang
[An epic poem - excerpt]
Finally up against the land
She pushed his body up onto the sand.
This was as far as she could go
His dear rescuer, or was she his foe?
To let him die, buried at sea
Would be more humane than this bloody scene.
For a child to find while at play
Should she really leave this mess where he lay?
Would he want she save this body
To lie exposed, unholy, and gaudy?
If he lives, she thought, will he abhor her?
But no man, she thought, lives through this torture.
A single tear onto his hand
She knew there was no more to do on land.
The night quickly came, stole her breath
Leaving him to inevitable death.
She went back to the deep from whence she came
And prayed only that he could do the same.
Who is a man to such deserve
A fate gruesome as this and by what nerve?
Could she detect some handsomeness?
What was his official rank and business?
Deeply saddened to see a good man go.
Surprised at her sudden feelings of woe.
Then something mixed and happened next
For all of magic rules to be perplexed.
Two fated start their intertwine;
Something beyond magic; nearly divine.
A vampire born on sand where he was lain
Owing his undead life to a mermaid.
Mom and Dad at The Exorcist
I remembered that my mom had told me about seeing, The Exorcist
wth my dad, as a teenager
she was so scared that they had to leave the theatre
I couldn’t remember if it was their first date or not
but I wondered how gruesome it would be if it was
and how it might explain a few things of what I’ve become
My mom was away in Berlin for a while
visiting Holocaust memorial sights, of all things
so I had to wait until she came home to ask her more
It turns out it was a regular date to the movies.
and that they hadn’t left the theatre.
I must have remembered wrong.
It was a regular date
But she was so scared, she covered her eyes
hid under her jacket and, at one point, even cried
My dad watched it all the way to the end––I can see him now
while my mom was terrified
under her jacket, crying.
I asked her why she was so scared
and she said it was because it was
when she believed in those things
I guess I can understand that.
So what did my dad believe?
I wonder and I wish I could ask him now
I wish The Exorcist had been their first date
But maybe it would have been their last
and then I wouldn’t have become anything at all.