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… And One Lived Insane

Red Hair — a series inextricably woven together

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3.  And One Lived Insane

Naked
Humming
Madness
Singing
Soothed
By silent
Familiar
Friends
Guardians
Vultures
Perched
Two or one
Or three
On
Open doors
.
Protection
From
Witches
Allowing
Escape
One room
To another
.
Infants cry
In the
Bath
Children
Find them
Dissolved
Washed
Away
Calling
From
The drains
.
Forgotten
Tabouli
Shimmers
Surreal
Movement
Of larvae
Or rice
Squirming
Uneaten
.
Roaches
Scurry to
Cracks
Gossiping
In the
Walls
Your own fault
Your own fault
Eating
Glue
Eating
Books
Cellulose
Each other
.
Clacking
Bones
Pacing
Jutting hips
Bruised
Ribs
Elbows
Vertebrae
Knees
Hinged
Jaws
Rattle
Awkward

Self starved
.
Head
Swivels
Unsteady
Too heavy
.
Fleas stir
Awakened
By pacing
Forward
And back
Forward
And back
Frantic
Millions
Fleas
Biting
Crawling
Hopping
.
Fingernails
Neglected
Scratching
Scratching
No relief
.
No rest
So tired
Forward
And back
.
Gratitude
For the
Buzzards
Keeping
Safe from
Witches
Or
Family
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Nod
Thank you
Prayerful
Hands
Namaste
Shalome
Whatever
.
Someone
With too
Many legs
Cackling
Useless
Noise
Put on clothes
Clean house
Clean house
Clean house
Orders
Commanding
Buzzing
Yazz-uh
Yazz-uh
.
Too much
Noise
The static
The whining
Mosquitoes
Clouds of
Mosquitoes
Or wasps
Follow
Collecting
The commands
Sucking
Bloody
Words
Your own fault
Your own fault
Your own fault
.
Faster
Forward
And back
.
Vultures
Knowing
Watch
Guarding
Keeping
Witches
Away

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Thank you
Thank you
Waiting
For dinner
Namaste
Shalome
Whatever
.
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Bear … 08.25.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Red Hair — Illustration #1

Red Hair — a series inextricably woven together

Red Hair

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Pen and Ink

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Scents of Madness

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Wailing storms
Sing of death
Remembrance swirls
In a gyre of pain
True memory
Evoked though
Colors and song
Of gin of vodka
In toilet tanks
In washing machines
Under the sink
In drawers
Broken crashing
Wedgewood
Tureen and plates
Ashtray shards
Mosaic glittering
Mopped by long hair
Scrubbing suburbia
Shattered stars
And glittering Stueben
Sparkling broken
In moonlight
Refracted rainbows
Wild grapes and tears
The scents of madness
Steinway painted
With shame
All music being
Of time once was
Becoming ashes
Quietly disbursed
In hidden swirling
Wakulla whirlpools
Labyrinth dream
Rivers tunneling
Through Florida
Limestone cleansed
Bursting forth
In crystal or tannic
Or artesian
Springs singing
Of rebirth as
The storms above
Wail of the life
That never dies
With lightening
Sparked fires a
Tiny reminder
All can become
Ashes blown in
The heart’s
Wailing storm song
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Bear . . 06.30.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Sargassum And Red Hair Raft


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It came to be that
The four grew weary
Of living in corners,
The child skating circles
Around the ceiling light .
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While one lived insane,
And more insane,
And one died mad,
Over and over, rebirthed
To die again and again.
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One, all alone, kept watch,
Sleepless as the child’s
Guardian, safe passage
Only while unblinking.
They flew as a  red Phoenix.
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A journey of red hair felted,
Woven in the heart of madness,
A magic red hair carpet, they
Flew and swam blending,
Hidden in the Sargasso Sea.
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As an exotic island laughing
Eyes, swirling kaleidoscope
Lives, entangled as hopeless
As death, reborn to die mad
Anew, in a dawn of saline.
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Dew broken not by marching
Feet, awareness of  deep sleep
Refusing, dream prophesies
Cross spread, gyre fortunes,
A Sargassum and Red Hair raft.
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Bear . . . 06.30.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Red Hair Soup

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Once there were four red-heads
Living in the same room
One lived insane
One died mad
One was entirely alone
One was a child
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One room with many walls
Many compartments
To sort all the words
Shouted singing together
In the floor sprawled days
Stirring red hair soup
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Generated by their
Proximity to each other
Electric sparks
Lifted and tangled
Sorrel red deep dark red
Red blonde and henna dyed
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Repelled each resided
In a diamond corner
North and South and
East and West
Inverted the four
Slept on the ceiling
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The long tangled red hair
Felted together in hot hearts
Fused above dangling feet
Sleep walking in air watching
Six sleepless eyes unblinking
The child asleep in her corner
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Once there were four red-heads
Living in the same room
One lived insane
One died mad
One was entirely alone
One was a child
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One was me.
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Bear . . . 06.14.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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