Response to J. Alfred Prufrock
Let us go then, you and I,
with the blackbirds flying by and by,
while the sun screams up from behind mountains,
we silently fold newspapers without stutter.
Can I bring out toast? The unsalted butter?
The peaches in the bowl, orange and round?
Can I distract you slightly from that awful sound
Of jackhammers ploughing up my past,
Flinging figments and secrets around and fast,
Everything too loud and at once dropped.
We can add sugar to cups and once again smile,
Tentatively at first but then again without guile.
The blackbirds launching off again, this time quicker
Their darkness in the magenta sky a disappearing flicker.
Follow me through streets paved blue, gravel crunching
Under foot like grit, like teeth munching
Sand or rotting out on sickly sweets.
I have known those roads, too familiar.
Side steps through long days and somber nights.
Close your eyes and take my hand, I’ll walk you through
to a Neverland of nightmares and lollipops,
Stumble and trip, my hands a black sky made to catch you.
Pull out the plates, napkins, the elements of tea,
Sweep away crumbles and settle upon this chair
I have combed away specks and pieces of bread that is rye,
Confused the clock, sipped at lukewarm tea
Wondered at the stars and planets and air.
Is it vast? Are we lost? Have I made reason
to ponder? I am traveling these thoughts around
As if on a carousel, spinning and flashes of lights
Every part bright in the night while we walk
Cinders of ash and soot, a layer of dust
Upon my mind, my head full of rust
Let us go, through the streets, let us chatter and talk.
The blackbird launching off again, this time quicker
Their darkness in the magenta sky a disappearing flicker.
I pull open the doors and closets too
Removing hangers and objects past,
Exposed like bones and secrets linger, my lips blue
Grinning like a voyeur witnessed, obvious and aghast
My face like horror, my stomach sick
Have you time to reach below? Hands in waters, black and thick?
Not a tick of clockwork returning, destroying reality brick by brick
My fingers numb and unrelenting, piles and piles keeping me sick,
Nothing stopping, nothing starting, memories flipping past
Can we unwind? Can we reverse? Can I take it all back?
Forget my skeletons, my winding truths, too
Back into the sunlight, the kitchen, the coffee that is black?
I hear the chorus of mocking jays, far off in the sky
Singing melodies of song and praise
Building nests, spending their days
In a world I cannot see, much less walk through in suit and tie,
Following gravel paths to places anew,
Everything tilted and askew.
Claws are pulling, latching
Down into rivers and lakes endless in their want.
My throat full of words unsaid and lost.
All my worst ideas hatching.
Everything tilted and askew.
Forests tumblings, tall trees overhead
Branching breaking, green and brown,
Wood splitting, that horrid sound while falling down.
Dirt piling above me, covering around.
Stories cannot stop you from falling inside the ground.
Burying me until I’m right and dead.
Sunlight still pouring on forest floors.
Everything still tilted and askew.
May I ask a lonely and foreign thing?
Are you capable of no judgement passed, of looking through
My crumbled self? To seeing change and things brand new?
I should have been a oyster stuck beneath the waves
and ocean tides, mermaid songs as lullabies.
My mind unhinged but followed through,
To places bright with your face unnerved.
You followed me, an action undeserved.
I’m lost but not lost with you.
I’ve packed my bags of rotten things,
Seaweed grins and mermaid rings.
Haunted by the scuttling of claws
Reaching, grasping, the sound acute
Play for them like from a flute
Made of wire and seashell notes.
I’ve found my rescue, my body floats.
Against the tide that hides it’s angry teeth and slashing paws.
Let us toast once again
To breakfast dollies, tea that is sweet,
For pastries, jam, and quite fancy things to eat.
I’ve retired lines to recite when full
Upon our frosted window I pull.
And tug the air into our kitchen, full of breath and air again.
No need to stop to wipe up jam, or coffee spills
Nothing damned and nothing dropped.
I find my sadness gone again.
With finality I can say it has been stopped.
A darkness receding, that’s what I said.
The forest forgotten, I said.
To light and a smooth roast, to cakes and treats
I follow myself up to the beach
Creatures leaping, stingers seeking.
A seashore that is ripe with age
A reminder of my final stage
Black and white and swollen too
I cannot say I have much to do
The folly done, the wrongs unwritten, the beach
descending on me slowing, following with tricks and treats,
It swallows me without a breach.
A darkness receding, that’s what I said.
The forest forgotten, I said.
The waves are tossing, turning, plundering
My mouth of salt, my hair wet against my face,
My mind is calm like the water lapping, it won the race
I have given in, all is fine
My love has understood the crime
Of much too much, of everything dark
There’s nothing left, no more time
I am unafraid to descend, I’m at the mark
Count three, count two, I’m floundering.
My love, she still sings to me
In ears too full of sea for those sweet whisperings.
Blue and green are washing ‘round.
To the waves I am surely bound.
My mutterings, a dreadful sound.
Swim to me, my love, come with me. Deep into a water city.
Places set and teacups empty
I’ll drag you into my drowning dream,
We both tethered and losing steam
The salt engulfing, the sun is black
I cannot hear you, cannot feel
Remember this is all but real.
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