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Doll Heads
I know a Bridge City girl
who collects doll heads
chipped noses, broken ears,
frozen eyes and oblivious smiles
she displays them on her dresser
and her night stand
she glues them to her headboard
a broken head
from a broken toy
for each broken boy
she has destroyed
the plastic trophies
of a plastic anger
a plastic palm tree in a pine forest
she is subtly enraged
more than a little
passive-aggressive
and
bruised
from head to heart
to heel
un-able to feel
happi-ness
or under-
stand
hopeful-ness
and yet
so seductive
she
propagates her pain
with each de-capitation
re-enforcing her resignation
to sleep in darkness
surrounded by
empty doll heads
vacant doll stares
she hangs head-less limb-less torsos
on black canvas with razor wire
bound in black electrical tape
clear saran wrap
and scraps of leather
she's never told me
what she does with the arms or legs
and
I've never asked
I've never even tried to guess
I've just
kept my head
and my hands
to
my self
and I walk away
awake
saying
good-bye Portland
and
dark adventures
dark hearts
and
that handful
of true friends
your winged monkeys
had their way with me for too long
it just makes it that much easier
to
walk away today...especially in pursuit
of
tomorrow
it's been a nice wake
but now
I’m heading home
to finish writing that book
of
love poems,
before
tomorrow’s
gone
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~Drake Lightle
All rights reserved.
drakelightle@comcast.net
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