EXTRICATION, EXIT AWAY
by Jessica DePue

We moved around, a family ungrounded, finely grated
By haste's insurgent plight, the frenzied whim
Spells love like a scribble dribbling downward from
The spell-bound heart, finally starts to connect with
A hole full of whole pulsing pleasure nerves unholy
Unnerved other times only empty space to restore
Or merely store the bent boredom of lament, discontent

We strew about like a slew of flies
These were not the stuff of keepsakes, seeped youth aside
No family flairs to St. Lucia, or Oprah's Top 5
Places to visit before you die and revisit
Fortunate selves long buried in goldmine flurries
Of the Egyptian's pyramid tribes angled perfectly
Impossibly peaked towards no man's mysterious land

Misery land is harmoniously bland in her mind's rewind
Undriven drive ploughs wheels through mosh pitts of mud
She always writes about God and his love for me
How his one wayward son bled like she bleeds
Eternally ruptured by my withdrawn affections

Seems sweet things dwell in swelled hives
Coating stung stings with thier thickly drip drip
Sickend as a heart throb, an ache overjoyed
Just to get by to get paid and breakout, to get laid
Out of line and succeed from under it

July 29, 2005 finished 12:25pm