All about the Ditty's. Note that the Ditty's are separate. They are not meant to flow together so pause,,,,,
rinse your mouth,,,,,swish,,,,and spit. Or if you prefer eat some ginger in between each piece.
Ditty Two:
Forgive Me For I Have Sinned
that’s what she titles the poem
I ask her to recite the Sins
one by one,
She moves
fluctuations,
hand beats,
nervousness in voice
speedsitupbutforjusthefirstpage, and then
She finds
her swagger,
her hands
start to move
The pause-
the go, the Emph-A-Sis
just. where. she likes it.
I ask her to recite her prayer for Forgiveness
once
and again,
and once or twice
perhaps even more
for me,
for others,
for us
Ditty One:
Roughly every 37 days
I slaughter a lamb
“Offering Up My Sweet Woman’s Flesh”
as a hymnal--
to the purity,
to the sacred--
Life's Blood.
Contained and uncontainable
paradoxically she creates,
lets go each 37th day a
Turkish Delight-
confections of
gels, starch, sugar
A mouthful of vibrations
Rosewater.
Mastic-plant resin,
Lemon.
sprinkled with Prime Rose
petals--to prevent stickiness.
Honey, lokum,
a throats
morsel of
contentment
Ditty Today
She’d smack ya upside the head
if she knew you and you called her
Gertrude. She goes by Trudy,
she wore Classic red lipstick
before it turned classic, up until the day
she turned to her son, never to turn away
again.
Ditty The Other Night
She’s gone to the hospital for a few days.
Before she left she came by
gave you a key, broke down a moment,
let go, and went again from the house, from herself.
Meekly, anxiously
‘Kitty it will be alright.’
Looking back at You in belief
that it is You
It was You she points
who just fell out of character
in her eyes you are the one who broke,
the one who lapsed.
‘I know it will,’ she cordially bites through a
Perfectly. applied.
Grin.
that would, and does--
make you believe
It is in fact You
who is crazy. And maybe you are,
in a world which carries its triviality in the center
become normality, Anyone, anyThing that
has the sense of sweetness lingering in their
mouth, the way children believe the world
was made for them, every new ‘Oh, it’s just a…’
made especially for them. In a world gone mad
let them believe, and You
linger in the sweetness
