A Tyrant’s Dream – (Originally published in my book, Love Poems for Cannibals – February 2013)
You leave
home.
You hate
them
For not
understanding.
You return,
but find
You are
locked
Out of the
house.
Now you
remember
Your mother
is on vacation.
You notice
This other
woman
Has more
hair
On her arms
than you,
But you “let
that dog lie.”
Then you
notice
These other
women
Don’t shave
their legs.
But they are
weak!
You are
strong!
So you climb
up the tree
In their
back yard.
You peer
through the window.
Suddenly
your path
Seems more
certain.
Because you
realize
That you are
also weak:
All that
ability,
But no
authority.
Once you
were
“The
Favorite,”
Simply by
playing
A parasitic
endgame
With your
chameleon host.
Now in this
hell
We call
heaven,
She can’t
even remember your name.
You were
Ahab
Trapped in
the birth canal,
First-rate
spirit
Waiting to
be born second,
Swallowing
your twin’s shit
As he was
born,
Waiting,
deciding.
Now you are
the Robber.
Now you are
the Thief.
Now you have
Blue eyes
and blond hair.
Now you are
utterly fearless.
Now you are
Ahab
Astride the
White Whale.
Now you play
God with Mother.
Now you shit
Truth.
He’s a Fat Boy, and He’s Getting
Fatter –
(Originally published in my book, Love
Poems for Cannibals – February 2013)
He’s a fat
boy,
and he’s
getting fatter.
Each fat boy
has been
given his own instruments.
“Aren’t they
pretty?” Nancy asked.
“I help
other American children behave,”
the fat boy
said, spitting on the flowers,
wiping his
mother’s kiss from his mouth,
splashing
his urine on the edifice,
his fingers
continuing to tremble
from the
maternal embrace.
“I want to
be famous,” he said.
“He is shy
before the cameras,
but not too
shy,” his mother said,
running
after him, her large teeth
yellow from
smoking, not
an original
bone in her body,
but without
sin.
Some would
say another lost generation,
but without
sin.
So we invite
him into our house.
We give him
vitamins.
“Now my body
will be perfect,” he said.
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Bio:
Raymond Keen was educated at Case Western Reserve University and the University of Oklahoma. He spent three years as a Navy clinical psychologist with a year in Vietnam (1967 – 1968). Since
that time he has worked as a school psychologist and licensed mental
health counselor in the USA and overseas, until his retirement in 2006.
Love Poems for Cannibals, published in February 2013, is the author’s first volume of poetry. He is also the author of a drama, The Private and Public Life of King Able, which will be published in 2015. Raymond’s poetry has been published in 30 literary journals.
Website: http://raymondkeen.com/
Dearest God, Raymond! These two profoundly moving and emotionally shocking poems seem bang on, given the e-mail I just sent you about another set of poems I will not mention here. This is poetry at its most powerful. I commend you highly.
ReplyDeleteRichard Vallance Janke, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Thank you, Richard, for your most generous comment. Coming from another poet, and a fine scholar of poetry in all its forms, I could not enjoy more gratifying praise.
ReplyDeleteRaymond Keen - author of "Love Poems for Cannibals"
I should not be surprised. Keen is always brilliant. But I'm always thrilled by this poet's work. Twisted juxtapositions that break into virgin terrain and open into vistas of previously unexplored imagery.
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