Purloined

Bits and pieces
were missing
from his body
a missing kidney,
a leg shortened ...

Blood terror
to have parts
of yourself purloined;

As if under a cloak
that covers dimensions,
of one's space and time
leavened in humankind;

To choose very
differently from fathers'
... consider other lifestyles
... other than path's trodden;

Humanist purloiner ...
... appropriate wrongfully
... sabotage trust
to put aside time
and postpone questions;

Fortunes spent
could not support this stint
leaving no trace,
trust funds are pilfered;

As he saw himself disappear
in to himself
his parts were cleared
for transport;

He thought he might
return whole again
one day in some way
spinning faster this time;

In his third escape
with his third hair
and third teeth
and wanton despair

From his third watch
with pain in third vertebra
... third fortune spent
... third family raised.

Blood terror
to have parts
of yourself purloined.



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (circa 2003)

Kin of Word

Rosetta Stone Comic
by Rebecca Migdal May 11th 2009 (5814.88) Hello There--
I'm Rebecca Migdal, my webcomic is Rosetta Stone and it's better than being bitten by mongeese. Or mongoooses. It updates daily and you can read it at: http://www.rosettastonecomic.com
BTW--every chapter is also published as an "animated" comic that's narrated by the author, with original music. (No, I do not sleep. SOURCE)
This was yesterday's comic:

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Kin of Word
by Pat Darnell

Words of this age
With similar kin
Frivolous escapades
Pandemonium ruled
Din leaping out
darn world schooled
So generous reward
None have before told

Millions of syllables
Muddlesome word action
Ignoble Works of false passion
Some clipped like roses
bombastic tablatures ...
... scrolls of skins
Muddlesome prose ...
... and all their kin

I was in New Orleans

by Pat Darnell

I was in New Orleans
Drinking hurricanes

Most natural thing to do
"You are disturbing
Our performers, Sir..."
"if it continues,
You’ll have to leave"
A waiter said to me

 Poison brings me
Closer to Jesus

"Sir, you will have to leave
If you continue to wave
And weave

But—where am I?
I was in New Orleans
Living a no regrets life --
Thief comes anyway
Only to kill, steal and destroy
And takes my valuables away

 "..Sir, you are still there
 but I’m sorry you must stop
or you will have to leave

Do I have to cross
That old rickety bridge
..Old rusted metal
Crickety bridge to
Get out of here?

 "I don’t know Sir;

…if you keep falling
Out of your chair
You must depart

I drank three hurricanes
Before I angled in here
To sit through this Ike
Allison and Katrin’ despair

Oh, or do you mean the singer
When he broke a string
Did I do that?
Did I do that, you see
Because I’m here

 "I cannot, Sir,Give any reprieve
 Nor answer your Lust for poison...
 Sir, Now, consider the door

I’ve been hearing that
A lot lately –Yep --
That I have to leave
You know I have
Heard all this before

I don’t remember
How ‘xactly it ends
Spirit keeps me alive
While solvents burn
My insides dry
Like a gourd

Coursing through me
Grizzle and bones
Till I have to go
And find my way home

I want first bite
Of every night
Not just a slice
After everyone else

 "Okay, are you going
To go now, Sir...
 Here is the door

Can I not just sit here
One moment more
For men and for God

I fought
to hold the weight
I climbed and tore
At walls, I bore
Into dams
I held resentment in
in my hands
held jealous
To my path…

To my path
So that I am here
A friend to this place
Tho' poisoned patron
A real hard Hurri-case

 "Of your stay here I have foreknowledge No --
 though your condition I see in triplicate
 Less illusion More legitimate
 Truthfully -- Face your poison you ignoble man
 Zenobly, leave boldly,
 Day will bring all to soon memories back again."