Redundant Memory Acid
Locations
Memories
Seep through the cracks
of our memories (and more memories and more memories)
Then we charge a karma credit card at the store that buys our memories to keep them; own them.
Walk down memory lane but drive your car
past the exit "Insane"
Little girls will run into the road
You're such a wreckless driver, Joe.
Haunted by memory rats, thousands are scratching to get inside
I am hiding and locked in a bedroom to keep you all safe..
They are such, tiny, pointless things
But in numbers they can bring it.
Hope is all I have
But wait- there is a window in the back of the room
Maybe I should open it to go to yet another
room.
"Laura!" I hear my mother cry- maybe she'll get a fucking job this time.
My ears have been melted off
by her acidic liquid lies
I am nothing yet her soup won't kill me yet
I am nothing yet maybe
I will be
Death, cradles of filth, rock-a-bye baby in the tree top, not strong enough yet.
"Climb down," the hills sing in a lullaby, "Climb down to me."
Mother Earth has me
memories, memories.
Denial, file a mental file, another boy in the grave.
He always buries himself before I can say I do.
Then they are zombies growling from my door, bed, window, trying to get into my bed.
Bed, my bed is ice.
Laid in our bed, our faulty love wed.
a cracked human doll
at the end, searches for a places to lay her head.
My baby is dead, haunting me.
Heart beating in my chest,
pound, pound, pounding on my front door
Or is that my head?
A house so tiny my mind lives, so fucking full of fucked up shizz.
A knock at my door, a heart - fuck it's too big!
Now its walls are caving in, bowed in because thick red blood is bubbling in.
Silent trees and silent hills
Quiet, quiet- I can hear a hiss.
No no, not the time for a kiss.
Laura Gilbert
freelance poet and singer/songwriter.