Film Noir Femme

Energy unbound,
An unsound love.
They called the inspector,
Who wrote his directives.
Sign my motion in your hands,
Look towards the night forget the plans,
Finally release the rabbits and scare,
A negative release, a positive flare.
The night stood arm in arm with such charm!
Giggling, she sweeps the ground burying the bones,
She looks down at his pigeon toes,
Mamma with a pursed lip bit red, not those,
Please. Not those.

Without a tear did the universe ever hear,
Her lips or the purple arm complaints.
The vast morass now drinks, thirsty for misery.
In motels taped off rooms, bordering next door
Arguments. After a secret reveals the time,
Slip into dark circles and sweep away at the flashing LED, 12:01.
At last the key to our lover’s madness, her slight wrists pump arteries under glass turreted copters..
Everything once, now again somewhere.
Nothing gained or ever lost –
While you spent your time wiping tears.
That black spot came with a particularly indecent cost –
And the prize for discovering light,
Two days adrift.

Yep, it’s all in a night, miss,
All in a night. In my pupils’ books I register dawn’s coriander,
Walk in dragging this dead philanderer,
Up a plank and cutting by laughs, the ropes.
Free now! Swan dives, then she elopes.
Winded the joke ended and punched her mind,
Funny with twisted hands in lines maligned
And the black hole answered her in kind,
With laughter as sinister as the noise of the predawn Tom,
Clowns in dark studios made up, dust and white paint,
The pain in your veins, heat aghast, you faint.
The hole swallows her body and soul.

Younger and infinite, a girl, knee high to the universe we know,
Shows us her freak show worthy flaw. In awe, we forget to check the clock. Hurry, please.
My love never reigned us in, you must feel something, still.
(In relative terms, this time narrowly missing our drop point.)
If we pretend to see, to know, to bite a fruit and fall.
Algorithmic syncopated circus acts,
And drums tight as a father’s facts beat out the rhythm:
gone gone gone gone gone.

Ilene

Female. East coast transplant living in the Bay Area of California. Living with Stage IV breast cancer. Married to the coolest guy in the universe who occasionally suffers from serious depression. Love my stepsons, although I never thought I'd have that thankless job - ever! And my best friend Simon is also my cat. How I have survived with stage IV: treatments including chemo and surgery; palliative oncology; tenacity; a dark sense of humor; support groups; and my newly reinvented career as a vintage and antiques maven. Some days I miss the old me who led a well respected and well paid life as a business strategist in high tech. So much for that. I blog to simply share my experiences and my poetic approach with others who have cancer of any kind or with their care givers and those who love them. If one person at the very least finds a little commonality or a friend out in the ether tor a smile, a common nod about this experience, or even a link to assistance, then I have accomplished a small but extraordinarily meaningful goal. Go team.

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