Science Fiction Saint

to think some doctor slapped us into breath
into the realm of solid objects
and salt and pepper
slapped us into the hour of our mother and father
dropped us into bicycle baskets
newspaper bags and wheelbarrows
banana seats and sissy bars
passed us into baptism
communion
confession
and confirmation

when we were kids posed on the brown couch
first sullen
then defiant
our weeks were marked by Bugs Bunny
Hockey Night in Canada
Sunday mass
and fried Spam
age was still waiting to come as a surprise

there’s no point in blaming the obedient doctor
or the vigorous catholic
for our introduction to the corporeal
let’s face it, we took to the word slut like flies to honey
we were such valorous drunks
reckless
romantic
and ready for a fight

we didn’t have time to imagine this eternal year
when death would arrive with a flourish

Filed under: Poesy
Posted By: NJ Cullen

Oh juicy whiff of my flow
On this this day in history when Cartier discovered the St. Lawrence
And the river was visited by its first wave of super malls and hummers
Five hundred and twenty-eight days since my last day one
(Menstruation coinciding with this predicament of arousal that has knocked me back to fifteen years old and the body for which I had no words)

My youth continues to disrupt the orderly progress of something, maybe
The forgetting of the girls I passed over in order to maintain my mother’s sanction:
The gas jockey
The hippie
The fat one
And now in blistering mid-life
I worry the opportunities of my youth have passed
And fuss over my girth
Of course I can live without love, I am my mother’s daughter

I was as green as that river before Cartier and I’m as polluted as its banks now
Unable to express the immense satisfaction I feel in your presence
Watch carefully for the lift of my eye
Don’t think I didn’t notice the cuff links

I am standing on the edge
Near a reckless current
Wishing I were a stronger swimmer
That I had a secret store of power that would carry me upstream
Through this rush of fear and desire

Filed under: Poesy
Posted By: NJ Cullen