A POEM FOR MARYANN AMACHER

A POEM : FOR MARYANN AMACHER.ARTIST OF SOUND

  So good at death pose
Hair like ours or mine
So fright , mine, feels that I am like you?
Or are we all....
Raged/enraged artists acting in and out

  Then holding MOTHER LOVE KB so tight
  Not right with anybody else ..
  Who can hold Anorexiced bones protruding?

  You want us now..

.DONT GO DONT GO DONT GO

  A hallmark card, a rococo drowning girl-child
, a silent film, an actress unleashed/legs bent up in 40's film style...

  Couldnt hold "him" or us back then with your madness all around.... with eyes red, foam frothing/smeared from sand paper lips!!

What did that first parent or uncle do to you?
To make the storm within, the madness shriek ,the breath stink so bad?

NO RESPECT!!!!!

What did that memory do to keep you up all night, beating pans at moons?
What did that touch do that shriveled your inside thighs so tight?
Calling only garden snakes inside?

We gather and moan now MA,MA MA seeing our own dragons rising at dawn.

Help us M, exorcize/exercise our own putrid storm.
  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH