Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Imago / Couples Dialogue

She removes her tortoise shell glasses
with the rose colored lens
and begins

Imago, my Imago!
Knitted from pheromones
and knobbed kneed memories,
birthed from a blueprint half unfolded
and wet with shadows,
you were to be the surgical stitch
for the endemic wounds of my vulnerable childhood.
Yet, you have proven to be merely a dry hump mimic
of my Electra complex.

He, mirroring: A dry hump.


We sit in this room
and burn incense to cover the stench
as we excrete every variation
of the tale of The Wandering Proboscis and the Random Honeydew
as if the ending will morph with the next retelling.

He, summarizing: Wandering Proboscis and Random Honeydew.

We pin ourselves beneath sodium lights
until not even a wing can flutter,
tunnel deeper,
dragging our inverted funnels into the day
as if photonic therapy can cure
neuroses and assholery.

He, validation: That makes sense because efficacy has not been documented.

All of the dialogue in the world
is just pencil scratches on a pine box.
You can't bring true sight to an eyespot.
A predator with good hair and a Jaguar
is still a predator.

He (beginning to bristle), empathy:  I imagine that you feel, uh, feel . . .

I feel like I want the goddamn transcription to reflect that I am done.  My daddy was a bastard.  You are a bastard.  Men are bastards.  I'm going to take up witchcraft, become a lesbian, and learn to crochet.

Note:  When I saw that "Imago" was one of Shawna's words, the therapist in me couldn't resist.  Imago therapy is based on the belief that we marry a composite of our parent(s) to heal the wounds of childhood.  It is practiced through structured couples dialogue.  I don't think much of it.


For Open Link Night at dVerse

31 comments:

Mary said...

" A predator with good hair and a Jaguar is still a predator. "

Love that line!

Daydreamertoo said...

I love it! No, I don't go along with we find someone who mirrors our parent, my (step) father was a bastard too LOL
Great write MZ :)

Brian Miller said...

smiles...i wish her all the best...nice play of imago as well...i dont hold true to it though i do think in many ways we become bits of our parents along the way...i like theone line summaries in this mz, they made me laugh...

Fireblossom said...

Way to say it, woman. I don't think there's an over-ferned office in America that can hold you.

Bodhirose said...

Ha! I love this...and the ending paragraph is superb...exactly how I felt during couples therapy (where I DID NOT want to save my marriage!).

PattiKen said...

Hmmm, imago therapy. Interesting idea. Helpful, I suppose, for those who marry someone "just like dear old dad" (or mom, for that matter). But I ran like hell from the precipice of falling for someone like my father. In fact, I ran so far in the opposite direction, I fell off the other edge. Is there a therapy for that, I wonder?

hedgewitch said...

I have to say, MZ, that this ambititous and exceptional poem is one of the best you've written, in my opinion, and it's my pleasure and delight to read it. There's not one line in it better than any other--neither the wit nor the critical hits--they all are rock solid fine.

Shawna said...

These are my favorites:

"Yet, you have proven to be merely a dry hump mimic of my Electra complex."

"We pin ourselves beneath sodium lights"

"as if photonic therapy can cure
neuroses and assholery"

"Men are bastards. I'm going to take up witchcraft, become a lesbian, and learn to crochet."

Your footnote is a terrifying thought.

robkistner said...

this, while dark and less than positive, made me smile -- it had a resonance of black and white reality... and I love your word assholery... :)
(asholery assholery...)

…rob
Image & Verse
my poem: Laughing

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

"as if photonic therapy can cure neuroses and assholery."

At some point nothing help assholery--this piece makes me want to jump up and down and howl at the moon

Laurie Kolp said...

So creative and unique. I love the ending and assholery.

Mystic_Mom said...

Well blow my hair back and leave me saying, "oh what just happened?!"...seriously! This is just so very very very (did I mention very?) good!

This stanza though, is so true, I wish I could paint it on the sky!

"All of the dialogue in the world
is just pencil scratches on a pine box.
You can't bring true sight to an eyespot.
A predator with good hair and a Jaguar
is still a predator."

Natasha Head said...

I burn a shitload of incense with my hubby to cover up the stench of our mutual coping addictions...and funny, but now that you mention it, I turned to Wicca officially about three weeks into our marriage...hmmm (more food for thought than I'm hungry for at the moment) :) (Sorry...awesome writes bring out my best sarcasm!)

wood said...

ah, i love the language of this, brings out the mood and twisted nature inherent in all close relationships... or maybe thats just me, ha. anyway, really enjoyed this, very well written.

ayala said...

Sometimes so true, excellent write. Good lines...We sit in this room
and burn incense to cover the stench
as we excrete every variation
of the tale of The Wandering Proboscis and the Random Honeydew
as if the ending will morph with the next retelling.

Fred Rutherford said...

Awesome write, love what you did with the prompt. I love the psychiatry angle, and you did such a good job with it, the ending is crazy how good it is. Thanks MZ

Anna Montgomery said...

Me either and I am currently stuck in it. This was f'ing awesome!

Heaven said...

An interesting format and response to the prompt ~ The process notes are very clever, weaving with the reflections and transcriptions of all that had gone awry ~ Fantastic write MZ ~

Buddah Moskowitz said...

A great mix of the sacred and the profane. loved this:

"All of the dialogue in the world
is just pencil scratches on a pine box."

True enough, you awesomely talented woman, Mosk

Arron Shilling said...

what i wouldnt give to hear these words whispered...

Yet, you have proven to be merely a dry hump mimic
of my Electra complex

lol - love that!

the ending bought my house down!

manicddaily said...

I agree with Hedge here -- this is so creative and ambitious and just really really clever and compelling. Funny too as well as shaking. k .

manicddaily said...

I agree with Hedge here -- this is so creative and ambitious and just really really clever and compelling. Funny too as well as shaking. k .

marousia said...

Lovely - remind me of the lyrics of "When Doves Cry" - much to ponder here - I loved the drama in this

ab said...

I read this over five times. The details and metaphors are amazing. I love the form of the dialogue -- interesting, sharp and witty.

ordinarylifelessordinary said...

This is such a rich piece, all thorny and deep in language and images. The openin stanza pulled me right in, so much to love but so little time to hang around and comment... Am just cooking dinner! A very very cool write x

Evelyn said...

I was grateful for the backstory on this one.
I didnt get it fully until then.
although it felt like a poetic he said/she said and I loved how the "He" stuff broke up the stanzas.
"you were to be the surgical stitch
for the endemic wounds of my vulnerable childhood."
nice lines here...

jackie dick said...

Whoa! This is awesome writing..honest writingt..and the line that hooked me is"all the dialogue in the world just pencil scratches on a pine box" will this be your view, I wonder, 10 years from now...I envy the unmitigated courage...the seemingly ease with which you craft your work here. Thank you!

Timoteo said...

A dry hump mimic of my Electra complex? Guffaw!

And "assholery"...there's the descriptive word that would have come in so handy over the past several decades!

The whole thing is a hoot--especially the ending!

Shawn said...

I enjoyed this immensely. Read it to my wife so she could enjoy it too. Each line is my favorite, but I really like the image of "wet with shadows" Thank you so much for sharing.

happygirl said...

Every word is necessary and no word is superfluous. This was a strong piece. I am in awe.

Jules said...

Mama Zen thanks for visiting my WWP 106 poem. That was a good day. I like your piece for Monday Melting.
I can very much relate to your line: "...that I am done." Though mine was with the politics of management - most of whom do not listen either.
Mine here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/05/sometimes-reality-shucks-monday-melting.html
Was written on a bad day. But the days will get brighter as 'the jaguar' I think will have some karma - even though no one really wants the whole truth, sometimes a half truth will do. And today is a much better day, because I am free!