01-09-2015, 02:45 AM
Leah/bena/ella/Heslop edit3 Thanks, I think its close!
The Wasting
Mother ghosts
past attic dormers,
between the cloaked furnishings
and forgotten mementos
crated up for years. She’s acquiesced
to death since Father's departure,
but she is not dying. We keep her
blood thinned with warfarin,
the same poison reserved
for prowling rodents.
Some assume she’s sedated
from her vacant gape, as she watches
time compress into shale
on the Game Show Network. Broadcasting
signs of culture shock,
she‘s tattooed-teenager-disturbed,
retreating from body piercings,
LED lighting and the internet.
Wearing blue hair nets,
she passes time moaning of aches
through the smudged panes. I listen
to her recite details of doctor visits
and medical tests concluding
that she won’t be joining Father
any time soon.
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Leah/bena/ella edit2 Thank you!
The Wasting
Mother ghosts
past attic dormers,
between the cloaked furnishings
and forgotten mementos
crated up for years. She’s acquiesced
to death since Father's departure,
but she is not dying. We keep her
blood thinned with warfarin,
the same poison others reserve
for prowling rodents.
Most assume she’s sedated
from her vacant gape, as she watches
time compress into shale
on the Game Show Network. Broadcasting
signs of culture shock,
she‘s tattooed-teenager-disturbed,
retreating from body piercings,
LED lighting and the internet.
Wearing blue hair nets,
she passes her hours moaning of aches
through smudged panes.
Insufferably, I listen to her
recite details of doctor visits
and medical tests concluding
that she is in good health-
and won’t be joining Dad
any time soon.
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Leah/bena edit 1 Thanks folks!
The Wasting
Mother ghosts
past attic dormers
between cloaked antique furnishings
and the forgotten mementos
crated up. She’s acquiesced
to death since Father's demise,
but she is not dying, as we keep her
blood thinned with warfarin,
the same poison we reserve
for prowling rodents.
You’d think she’s sedated
from her vacant gape, while watching
time compress into shale
on the Game Show Network. Broadcasting
signs of culture shock, she is tattooed-
teenager-disturbed and recoils from body piercings,
LED lighting and the internet.
Wearing blue hair nets,
she passes time moaning of aches
through the smudged panes. I listen to her
recite details of doctor visits
and medical tests concluding
she is still too healthy
to join Dad any time soon.
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The Wasting
Mother ghosts
past attic dormers
between cloaked antique furnishings
and the forgotten souvenirs
crated up. She’s acquiesced
to death since Father's demise,
but she is not dying, as we keep her
blood thinned with Coumadin,
the same poison we reserve
for prowling rodents. You’d think
she’s sedated from her vacant gape,
while watching time compact into shale
on the Game Show Network. Broadcasting
signs of cultural paralysis, she is tattooed-
teenager disturbed and recoils from body piercings,
LED lighting and the internet. Wearing blue
hair nets, she passes time moaning of aches
through the smudged panes. I listen to her
recite details of doctor visits
and medical tests concluding
she is still too healthy
to join Dad any time soon.
The Wasting
Mother ghosts
past attic dormers,
between the cloaked furnishings
and forgotten mementos
crated up for years. She’s acquiesced
to death since Father's departure,
but she is not dying. We keep her
blood thinned with warfarin,
the same poison reserved
for prowling rodents.
Some assume she’s sedated
from her vacant gape, as she watches
time compress into shale
on the Game Show Network. Broadcasting
signs of culture shock,
she‘s tattooed-teenager-disturbed,
retreating from body piercings,
LED lighting and the internet.
Wearing blue hair nets,
she passes time moaning of aches
through the smudged panes. I listen
to her recite details of doctor visits
and medical tests concluding
that she won’t be joining Father
any time soon.
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Leah/bena/ella edit2 Thank you!
The Wasting
Mother ghosts
past attic dormers,
between the cloaked furnishings
and forgotten mementos
crated up for years. She’s acquiesced
to death since Father's departure,
but she is not dying. We keep her
blood thinned with warfarin,
the same poison others reserve
for prowling rodents.
Most assume she’s sedated
from her vacant gape, as she watches
time compress into shale
on the Game Show Network. Broadcasting
signs of culture shock,
she‘s tattooed-teenager-disturbed,
retreating from body piercings,
LED lighting and the internet.
Wearing blue hair nets,
she passes her hours moaning of aches
through smudged panes.
Insufferably, I listen to her
recite details of doctor visits
and medical tests concluding
that she is in good health-
and won’t be joining Dad
any time soon.
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Leah/bena edit 1 Thanks folks!
The Wasting
Mother ghosts
past attic dormers
between cloaked antique furnishings
and the forgotten mementos
crated up. She’s acquiesced
to death since Father's demise,
but she is not dying, as we keep her
blood thinned with warfarin,
the same poison we reserve
for prowling rodents.
You’d think she’s sedated
from her vacant gape, while watching
time compress into shale
on the Game Show Network. Broadcasting
signs of culture shock, she is tattooed-
teenager-disturbed and recoils from body piercings,
LED lighting and the internet.
Wearing blue hair nets,
she passes time moaning of aches
through the smudged panes. I listen to her
recite details of doctor visits
and medical tests concluding
she is still too healthy
to join Dad any time soon.
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The Wasting
Mother ghosts
past attic dormers
between cloaked antique furnishings
and the forgotten souvenirs
crated up. She’s acquiesced
to death since Father's demise,
but she is not dying, as we keep her
blood thinned with Coumadin,
the same poison we reserve
for prowling rodents. You’d think
she’s sedated from her vacant gape,
while watching time compact into shale
on the Game Show Network. Broadcasting
signs of cultural paralysis, she is tattooed-
teenager disturbed and recoils from body piercings,
LED lighting and the internet. Wearing blue
hair nets, she passes time moaning of aches
through the smudged panes. I listen to her
recite details of doctor visits
and medical tests concluding
she is still too healthy
to join Dad any time soon.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris