Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Accomodations

You don't have to bed me down
in the dense capillaries of your heart.
I'll be fine
in the cranial castle of your skull

where I can thread myself
through a clenched jaw -
wringing dizzying, queasy panic
from a threatened throat.

Where I can siphon sight from one eye,
dedicate it to its opposite,
and let cataclysmic rivalry
blind them both.

No, you don't have to bed me down
in the catastrophically constricted capillaries
of your poor, miserly heart.
I'll just crash on the futon,
and in the morning, I'll go.

A Flipside poem for Open Link Night at dVerse.

46 comments:

Mary said...

Enjoyed this, MZ. Sometimes the futon is the best place to be in these situations!

poemblaze said...

I love the creative images and the alliteration!

Steve King said...

Written with attitude...heart and head, what a super contrast. Very sharp and powerful writing.

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Well, this really doesn't seem like such a bargain, mz. Can we negotiate?
Very powerful
These words so written on a bathroom mirror could haunt many a sleepless night!
Rick

mrs mediocrity said...

"the catastrophically constricted capillaries of your poor, miserly heart."

what an image! i'd go for the futon, too... ;)

Claudia said...

ugh...well..sometimes it doesn't seem to be worth to making it all the way to the heart when we already know it's too tight to really feel comfortable in it..

rumoursofrhyme said...

I can feel the disppointment and hurt MZ. So much said wirh so few words.

Anna Montgomery said...

Ouch, brought to my mind a migraine, but people can certainly behave like one.

Susan Daniels said...

Wow, Mama. Yes, forget that heart. The mind and the futon are better places to be.

hedgewitch said...
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hedgewitch said...

Let's try it without the typonese--

The alliteration pecks away at the reader, forcing in little bits of message, dropping a few feathers of meaning--an excellent poem, terse without sacrificing detail and depth, mentally athletic without any need for excessive flexing or steroids.

ayala said...

Love the images in this !

Daydreamertoo said...

I had a futon once, they are soooo uncomfortable on your hips unless they've really cushioned them now to what they were, I'd never have another.
Very vivid write MZ

colleen said...

This is a whole new take on being inside someone and lovemaking. I like the idea of being in someone's skull and threading myself in and out.

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

I get the feeling that cranial castle might feel pretty cold and lonely after awhile... nothing like a blazing fire in the hearth of the heart for warmth.

Jessica said...

The third stanza is awesome. The poem is intense--you've managed to give angry an intellectual side--I like that. So often anger is explosive--this is so controlled.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Sometimes the only place to stay is where someone has allowed you. Very good poem.

Brian Miller said...

snap....the futon may be the safest place to be...love your play though ...esp that bit on the eyes...

lookingforroots said...

Oh, the heart or the head. Love this. Dense and tense images and a biting voice.

Sylvia K said...

Love your images, MZ, as always -- I chose that futon a long time ago.

Rachel Hoyt said...

"thread myself through a clenched jaw" is my favorite image, but the whole thing is fantastic! Much more than a bite of good poetry... it's a meal! :)

hoofprintsinmygarden said...

Wonderful images -- I especially love that first stanza. I must have read it five times before moving on just for the sheer joy of the words singing together.

Grandmother said...

With miserly hearts choose the futon, but you sure know how to portray anger!

sharonlee said...

Oh...very cleverly woven!

Kim Nelson said...

You provoked me to laugh and also made me ponder what I would opt for from this lover, this relationship. Leaving was my ending as well. ;-)

SaraV said...

Capillaries are a crowded place--and sometimes the brain is better--though in the this case the futon sounded best--well written poem!

PattiKen said...

You had me with the first stanza, except I hope to find something a little more... ummm, stimulating in that castle

Fireblossom said...

Nothing like a visiting embolism to break up the day.

Bodhirose said...

How about forgetting the futon and going straight on out the door far away from that tight, miserly, f#%$ing heart! Sorry, MZ...it brought up a memory and fired me up...

manicddaily said...

Ha! Hope it's not lumpy! k.

Laurie Kolp said...

Love your word choices, they flow so well. Enjoyed this.

Susan said...

Whoa! I love how "I" accommodates to the accommodations, and then leaves. Is "I" anxiety? Heartburn? A lady/woman lucky enough to be left out of this partnership? Any way, leaving in the morning sounds great! Love these alliterations: "cranial castle of your skull" "threatened throat." "siphon sight" "catastrophically constricted capillaries"

Arron Shilling said...


i cheered and punched the air (i know . . . i should get out more)
It took me exactly where i hoped it would . . . and it did it with
a style that i enjoy more and more
with every read

kaykuala said...

Challenging the many situations and still remaining on top! Nicely MZ

Hank

emmett wheatfall said...

That opening line, that opening line cooked me from the jump. Awesome! A brilliant way to open what is a wonderful poem.

Nilanjana Bose said...

vivid! made the point very well...some futons are way better than the hearts anyways....loved the anatomical imagery...

happygirl said...

I love how you chose to share the way we can get into someone's head, if not their heart. I'm going for the futon, as well.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Dang! Love the way you built this up then ended it brilliantly. Awesome!

Polly said...

'wringing dizzying, queasy panic' ~ OMG ~ powerful stuff! Love it.

jen revved said...

Wonderfully witty-- the straightforwardness of your work always captivates me...xxxj

Joseph Hesch said...

We like to think of them as "affairs of the heart," but they really are products of our endorphin-besotted brains.

Well-struck, Mama. Edgy and true.

anglachel27 said...

Love the tactile, sinewy feel of this, with that extra touch of something dark...malice, perhaps?
Gene

Sheila said...

sassy! I have thought these things before.

Nimue said...

accomodating ? this is one smart poem !! :)

my heart's love songs said...

you are an amazing poet, MZ!

flipside records said...

Good golly, MZ. I am in awe of S2 and S3. And then your last two lines! Wow. You are dangerous. :) And an amazing poet.