'there's nothing wrong with us' timothy r gates, 8/13/2008 (from one with nothing wrong, either)
there's nothing with us.
'forgive and forget,' i was told
'didn't jesus do this for you?' i was told
i remember that one time,
she was 15, me 16,
she got frightened,
me too,
her, 'no,' was sufficient for me
never forgot this,
still can feel it,
right now.
I remember another time,
i was 13, she 15,
she pressed against me,
she was stronger than me,
my, 'no,' was insufficient for her
never forgotten this,
still, yes, this too, is felt,
immediately.
why didn't he feel this?
why didn't his wife feel this?
why didn't our minister feel this?
Daddies and Mommies don't do this.
Why do they blame us,
still decades later,
with that look of betrayal,
as though
we made them do it?
maybe,
because they did
forgive and forget.
'prism's illumination' or 'hit the nail, on the head' timothy r gates, 8/13/2008 (resonance w/DPCut)
lenses
bifocals
trifocals
prism's illumination
hit the nail, on the head
bend nail after nail,
hitting, but just skewed
to the left, right
not back to the Garden,
hell,
heaven,
no;
once is enough
a little taste is never what i want,
insatiable appetite
amorous leeks, garlic, plethora of flowers too
knowing my name
i call yours, too.
there's nothing with us.
'forgive and forget,' i was told
'didn't jesus do this for you?' i was told
i remember that one time,
she was 15, me 16,
she got frightened,
me too,
her, 'no,' was sufficient for me
never forgot this,
still can feel it,
right now.
I remember another time,
i was 13, she 15,
she pressed against me,
she was stronger than me,
my, 'no,' was insufficient for her
never forgotten this,
still, yes, this too, is felt,
immediately.
why didn't he feel this?
why didn't his wife feel this?
why didn't our minister feel this?
Daddies and Mommies don't do this.
Why do they blame us,
still decades later,
with that look of betrayal,
as though
we made them do it?
maybe,
because they did
forgive and forget.
'prism's illumination' or 'hit the nail, on the head' timothy r gates, 8/13/2008 (resonance w/DPCut)
lenses
bifocals
trifocals
prism's illumination
hit the nail, on the head
bend nail after nail,
hitting, but just skewed
to the left, right
not back to the Garden,
hell,
heaven,
no;
once is enough
a little taste is never what i want,
insatiable appetite
amorous leeks, garlic, plethora of flowers too
knowing my name
i call yours, too.