Hostage Doll

June 7

HOSTAGE DOLL

A doll stands wedged between two mailboxes, naked and exposed, the edge of the road passing her by.  She is there to pay for my self-loathing.  I throw my treasures in the air as skeet to be shot and shattered.  Hate is the obnoxious microbe, which sours my digestion and rids me of nutrition and affection.  I purge love and tenderness.  I rip the covers from my playthings and leave them to bleed.  I hide in my self-destruction.  I put garish displays street-side and cry my tears alone.  I can not ransom innocence to pay the price of fear.  I must bring in the broken babies and put hate out on the curb.

Tickle wit with realism.

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Weight Problem

I have trouble raising my 50 pound hand in meetings.

In between meetings I have the problem

of trying to dial the 500 pound phone.

Which leaves me with this 2,000 pound weight

on my chest and no air to breathe, no life to lead.

There is the difficulty of the relentless tyrant,

my would be sponsor, the person I fail to ask.

Plus the home group that does not support me,

since they do not know my name.

All the while folks laugh and talk and have a good time,

I can see none of them have suffered from my weight problem

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Queens

May 29

Queens: More than a Borough

My drama is bigger than yours.  My drama can kick your drama’s ass.  Well maybe not, but it sure is kicking mine.  Like a rain soaked grave, I stand in this muddy hole, sides slick, unassailable and count the piles of tragedy, all the while knowing it will bury me not facilitate a climb out.  I attempt to display the face of comedy and yet the mask can not fool me, my true audience.  I think if I can keep it all up on stage I will be alright, but then the point of theater is that everything is carried away in the minds of all who come and watch.  Silence doesn’t help either for there is little worse than a bad mime and doing it well just makes me Lillian Gish.  So, back to Bohemia for isn’t it all a rhapsody, though it would all be so much better if Freddy Mercury weren’t dead.

String your dreams together and let them fly

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HOSTAGE DOLL

A doll stands wedged between two mailboxes

Naked and exposed,

The edge of the road passing her by.

She is there to pay for my self-loathing

I throw my treasures in the air

As skeet to be shot and shattered.

Hate is the obnoxious microbe

Which sours my digestion

And rids me of nutrition and affection.

I purge love and tenderness

I rip the covers from my playthings

And leave them to bleed.

I hide in my self-destruction

I put garish displays streetside

And cry my tears alone.

I cannot ransom to pay the price of fear

I must bring in the broken babies

And put hate out on the curb.

Hostage Doll

June 7

HOSTAGE DOLL

A doll stands wedged between two mailboxes, naked and exposed, the edge of the road passing her by.  She is there to pay for my self-loathing.  I throw my treasures in the air as skeet to be shot and shattered.  Hate is the obnoxious microbe, which sours my digestion and rids me of nutrition and affection.  I purge love and tenderness.  I rip the covers from my playthings and leave them to bleed.  I hide in my self-destruction.  I put garish displays street-side and cry my tears alone.  I can not ransom innocence to pay the price of fear.  I must bring in the broken babies and put hate out on the curb.

Tickle wit with realism.

*

Weight Problem

I have trouble raising my 50 pound hand in meetings.

In between meetings I have the problem

of trying to dial the 500 pound phone.

Which leaves me with this 2,000 pound weight

on my chest and no air to breathe, no life to lead.

There is the difficulty of the relentless tyrant,

my would be sponsor, the person I fail to ask.

Plus the home group that does not support me,

since they do not know my name.

All the while folks laugh and talk and have a good time,

I can see none of them have suffered from my weight problem