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Sentinel Poetry Expression Warehouse August 2004
MIA NIKASIMO
TO PAUL
In your vulnerability I choose to say nothing
I heard you drop carefree lead weight words
"You are strong..." I weighed your leaden swords
"No, I'm not" I said. "I'm a courageous ring".
I forgave your sleight of hand; you were lost!
You were in one of your feverish forests of "self".
My darlings not here. I'm left to deal with you.
You still have that same jacket you had on
Last winter, unshaven and reeking to high heaven;
Oblivious of my reluctance at this forced embrace
You twitched haphazardly where you sit, shut down.
You shut your eyes scarily against new year's eve
That much more, you reeked. I thought quick: get out!
I left you in your manic misery and said nothing
My heart summersaulting in against my ribcage.
DARK
I saw it coming, this darkness. I heard it in their
Sniggering jibes. I'm over my many communiqués via
Many public phone booths I heard it louder than last
Night
"Replace the receiver back and redial" 3/ce
"Damn it" I swore as I replaced, the receiver as if I had
Just waking up from deep, deep sleep; I redialled.
"All our advisors are busy right now, you're in a queue.
You will be answered a. s. a. p.,"
Said this computerised voice. My heart pounds in
Protest, sweat brews, and I jump as the phone rings,
"Ring, ring," there is 2 pence left out of my pound. I
Become impatient.
Dark
My account number is
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk!
No more change.
No reasonable request.
No solution to my problem.
Dark
Money runs out
They come scurrying for more. Indeed,
Dark! I can tell from his heavy breath.
"Hello," answered a weary voice that crackled with
Distaste on the other end of the line,
"How can I help you? My heart leapt at the suspicion
Cast on it by this voice of ambition and outright
Aggression
"'ello," I said, losing my "H" under pressure, can I speak
To Miss Grovel,
Please?" I hear whispers casting aspersions
"It's one of those. They are so rude. This
One is, anyway," said my unhelpful helper.
"Drop the phone on it, said her partner in
Crime, "that'll teach it a lesson".
I don't need to. Its money runs out as usual
Before you count one to five … two … three
Four… Dead line… a presto. Just put them in their
Place. That's all. As I was saying before that…"
Dark
My account number is
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk!
Dead;
No more change,
No reasoned request,
No solution to my
Problem, none
The silo sirens sound in my head a pound
Gone and nothing gained. My account is instrumental
In some wrong doing and I'm disabled to act against
These blue-collar offenders! They have it all when they
Are right (or wrong, which they never are). The silo
Siren sound louder. My head throbs. I'm drenched in
Sweat. I'm locked out to face the harsh hands of this
World unaided and I heard their terrorising laughs before
Re-dialling
Dark
My account number is
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk!
No more change.
No reason request
No solution to my
Problem!
I tried again. It rings, "ring, ring."
"Place the receiver back and redial" 3/ce
"Damn it" I swore as I replace it and
Re-dial! "All our advisors are busy right now, you're in
A queue and you will be answered a. s. a. p,"
Said this computerised voice. I get a stalling
Unhelpful assistant, "How can I help you, sir?" said the
Voice, as casually as possible.
"I hope so?" I replied with a trace of annoyance,
"Can I speak to Miss Grovel, please?"
"Sure!" I can almost hear her counting down.
Before I'm aware of it another pound has gone.
I am consumed by my rage.
Dark
My account number is
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk!
No more change.
No reason request.
No solution to my
Problem!
Seven years pass by and I still try.
Without a job things get worse but
I try. I save enough to buy a rope.
Early in the morning I set off armed
With my empty life and my potent
Rope and set off for the city and, and,
And, and, and to continue, if…
Dark
My account number is
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk,
Asterisk!
The darkness is the teller.
© 2004 Mia Nikasimo
E-mail the poet: mianikasimo@hotmail.com
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