Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

This place is an embryo.
It has no father, no mother to claim,
It has nothing but a name and yet, I get
water-weight swells in ankles
which dare to stand up to the wait.

It takes months from the concept –
a gleam in the eye – to conceive
a mere infant, unable to speak,
unable to walk; only able to
grasp.

I am in pain from the suffering
of a miracle, yet contemplate the abortion
I wish I executed months ago.

It doesn't take long for a child to claim
presence. Gifts are like that.

I am but a purveyor of nutrition given
freely from the blood which resides here,
an umbilical chord striking a familiar
scale in an attempt to make harmony
happen but everything is going too slow
and I am writing verses to windsongs.

Along the way, I save a few.

The only thing I can do
is continue the pregnancy.

This place is a manger.
I found room here with animals and I have
no choice now but to lie down with the child
once the labor's done, raise the damn beast,
wait for it to rise up against me like god himself,
then die to its own flesh with a threat to
rise again.

Aw hell.
That's only speculation.
Myth.

No human being could resist
the prospect of an infant, freshflesh
scents on skins of remembrances

I walk the floor parsing the combination
of sperm and seed, word-dna, paintspray
designs – and I am inclined to believe
in creation despite
my wish that I never met the
maker of desire.

Thank you for a place to
lay my head.

No. No.
All Lies.
I am small
and you hold me.
You give me milk
and we are the same
and I am glad.
No. No.
All lies.
I am a truck.
I run everything.
I own you.
The Jesus Papers Anne Sexton

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I am going to be a greatuncle in a few months, I .....I I just don't know what to say to the kid, I mean my nephew, my sister and brother in law did their best to trash his childhood, now here is a baby, this great nephew/niece of mine to be. I am going to try to be there this time.
sorry, I like that quote about heaven where there are no wicked thattell you their troubles, I am just scared, what a time for a baby to come into the world,

there's a mule kickin'
in my stall, ol Buddy Guy
playin' electric guitar
Junior Wells a wailin' in
the key of C, me a lil kid
concentratin' just tryin to
be.....I remember that red
hot oven night, socks rolled
up and a painful pushin' that
echoed thru her fight, and when
she finally could stand no more
she called me and the Doctor
bunches of motherfuckers so
I headed for the door, the pushin'
continued all thru the night, then
a no forceps c-section decision made
the whole thing turn out all right................

hey still -
yeah, it's a heckuva scary time for birth.... but what time hasn't been? the world has been in turmoil since day one, right? the child will be fine... hell, we turned out ok, didn't we?

mark - thanks for your poetic reply.... very cool....

thank you both for reading

this piece was just the result of labor pains as i try to give birth to this darn website.....(writers pages coming up soon... of course, i've been saying that for 2 freaking months... *bigsigh*)