The Kingdom of Parts

I know of a place where lost parts are kept. No one knows how to find it but everyone’s wept.

Lost shelves hold shoelaces, knee caps and doll-faces. Trunks keep souls without keys. They are the taken. The abductees.

It’s painfully clear, pigman is the master of arts.. but there’s Angel-doll faces in the Kingdom of Parts.

Frozen metal slab with sharp bars, to hold it all in. It’s frightening to think, I don’t know where I’ve been.

The parts that are stolen keep the Kingdom together, it’s like the glue on the soles of my pink patent leather.

Protect all your fingers and tuck back your nose, for the games are with darts in the Kingdom of Parts.

Love, Joan

Her Eyes Hold The Moon

My heart is in the snow, between the cracks of ice. I gave it to the cold and left it to the night. Slip and you might find it.

My heart is in the ocean, buried deep within the sand. I gave it to the fish. I left it, understand. Hold your breath and you might hear it.

People fish swim without notice. Invisible. Lost. Forgotten. The rhythm of the tides flows fear out and returns to me a numbness. Reach out and you might feel it.

Angels hold me up, please keep my blood a pumping. Send to me a Savior. Pull me from the pain. Great Spirit show me how to breathe. Teach me how to feel again.

Silently she worked without me even knowing. Delicate fingers held softly the sharp edges of my heart.

Kicking, screaming, biting, clawing. It held its icy grip. I’m Invisible. Lost. Forgotten. For I gave it to the cold, I left it to the night. It’s buried deep within the sand. I gave it to the fish. I left it, understand?

She answered with a softness. Her love planted strong long roots. She wrapped them round the earth and back to me again.

Her eyes hold the moon, her love controls the tides. Silently she worked without me even knowing.

Love turned ice to tears and filled the ocean full.

My love, my heart, my life, my breath. My Carmella. She gave it back to me again.

Love, Joan