Proud Ariane’s Words

Oh, Dear, Poor Dear,

It’s not falling out of love

I’ll only be gone 10,000 miles and years, that’s all

and it’s not like I haven’t battled wind before,

for gods sakes p-ls stop your moaning and waning I cant understand you when you do that

or, ok, ok,

if so can you keep it short this time by I really have to go now

 

Another . . . another . . . how could you possibly ever think another boy can replace . . . .”?

 

I cant believe you just said that to me after all the other beautiful ways you

No, no, no, I wont have it, you take this end of this astring and you sit here and feed this firwe—that’sd all you have to do, can you handle that while i bring another Lazarus back and light his way for the threequel and baby sit Freddie,

For god’s sakes you’d think you could do just two little simple things for me after I waited for you to come bac k from your –I waited for your slow corssings, again and Again,

I’ve sat here all this time, holding my heart, spinning gold while you get all the credit

Just hold this end and feed the fire, that’s all you have to do—can you handle that?

Ok, ok, sorry, sorry, sorry, don’t cry, again, no, wait, please don’t, don’t don’t start . . oh, hell . .

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. . ……………………………………………………………………………….ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo . . . .

Ok. Yes, all of my, whole3 lotta my, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooplease, stop, baby,

Baby, look at me, look, I’m going to get our feather back;

You called me proud—you know ill win

if you hold the string, ill carry you too

and feed the fire,

would you just hurry up so we can go, please, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, shit,ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo . . . . . . . .

tell you what, I’ll just leave

you a note for when you recompose

My dearest, dearest, dearest, Love,

And yes, all of my love to my only love,

Take this string and hold it tight,

Feed the fire to ward off the dying light—

Yes, I love you more than words can express and all the rest

I just have to hurry up and catch the wind,

Just feed the fire,

Hold this end

Of the string tied to

The cloak I just spun us

Give me time to tread quagmires and dead willows,

Hold your tongue please,

Hold this end and the fire to feed us,

Wait as long as it takes

For me to come back with

Our newly made Lazarus

No more dead babies,

For me, you see, another can’t ever replace

Karas

Who’ll be gone if I* don’t hurry up, so please shut up,

Long enough for me to finish writing this stupid note I have to wtrite cause you wont listen

To a living legend

Or give me a chance to weave gold from my own straw and show the world I am no stairway gold-digger

I am a woman who loves through all your songs

And im a mother of a dead child about to be lost if I don’t hurry up

Im sorry to be mean and rude when im trying to be so magnanimous for everyone but myself

So for gods sake, please stop wailing so I can get sailing after our feather and force, and here’s the coal for the light and xxxxx and ooooo and don’t forget to fuel the glow

And hold the string and that will lead us to everything,

Much love, always to you and you and you too,

MARIkArNE

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Love, Beth

Dearest Peter
Dearest Paul,
While you’re out
I’m going to roller skate to “Heartache Tonight,”
Stay out past curfew
Die my hair blonde,
Stand by the speakers
Storm the stage
Sleep with Vince,
Let Nikki
Climb the stairs
Stand on top
Look around

Steal the devil’s keys

Put him to bed

Fly home
to sleep in our bed
In time for your return
Home to me
After playing with the boys all night.

Last [Dear] John

June 17, 2019

Just this last thing

I wasn’t ever gonna say —

gotta hand it to you, baby,

got me back for sure–

quite a last maneuver I must admit

Just wish I’d thought of it

SOONER

Anyhoo.

This is just to say

Free at last

Free at last

Our divorce is finally final

been so long i almost forgot

i was technically not single

Oops my bad

And this last song that sums up the rest of the lot

Later,

My Found Poem

You see me cryin’

Writin’ this part of my life

about the days when I was sweet sixteen

then you just blew me off without a word

left me for someone else’s dream

you thought was cool

but was really fat and ugly

 

fat bottomed girls . . . .

 

Voices screamed. Nothin seemed

real’s a dream.

 

You never even knew me or gave me credit

For loving you enough

To handle it

To save you back

 

Except what did I do

to my head

What were the words you said

Voices screamed. Nothin seemed

real’s a dream.

 

I got my head shrunk

so it took a long time to remember what you said.

 

You see me cryin’

I’m back to the found

or lost

 

You’re found
or lost

 

Wish I still sometimes had my

Daughters helpers to remember

 

What you said

But I lost

My magic man

 

Some nights I still cry

 

Can you hear me

 

Not like a bang anymore

More like

A

Ripple

 

Lyrics and allusions from Queen, Aerosmith’s Toys in the Attic, Heart, and Grateful Dead. Originally written May 15, 2015. Revised Jan 23, 2019.

For Chris

 

 

Love, Beth

Dearest Chris,

Dearest Peter,

While you’re out,

I’m going to roller skate to “Heartache Tonight,”

Stay out past curfew,

Stand next to the speakers at a Crue concert,

Bust out my ear drums,

Die my hair blonde,

Storm the stage,

Sleep with Vince,

Let Nikki,

Climb the rest of the way

to the top

with my wiles

away the hours

fly away with you

flee at dawn

asleep in bed

by the time you get home

from playing with the boys all night