I'll Have to Buy a New Hat to Hide the Horns

Walton S. Tissot
Remembering ...

I can remember
Elementary school
A rural town
Longing and angst
The aroma on the air
Of spring
Of summer and fall
And the restraint
The breaking
And choice:
Driven or led

And then later;
Down on the bottom
Where the big fish are
Snake-eyed and wanting
Little boy
Grown to a man

There is always plenty
Of cheese
In the mousetraps
And like once told
if there is really
A hell below us
Then in the end
We've all got to go

For if a soul
In truth,
The body does host
Then most must
Have a space for rent

I can remember
The city sleeping
Violently dreaming
At every corner
Learning the dance
Forgetting the steps
Before the flood,
In a bubble and fear -
Growing

Washed away and rudderless

And so
No more time to tarry
Tossing through the Thicket
Rounding off my experiences
Amongst and mingled
With the old dead
In our heads
The cemetery; graveyards
Ghostly
And colour
In our hour
Electric nothing

In-between awake and dreaming

Published by Walton S. Tissot

~ Walton S. Tissot is a pseudonym of William S. Tribell - *{PLEASE FEEL FREE: Anyone who enjoys the work, to Tweet, Dig, Blog, Tell a friend or anyway otherwise share and or promote it.}* - Born in America,...  View profile

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  • Shana Dines4/20/2012

    Wow you are very talented! I read your poem because I found you on Orchiolum's facebook! Very emotion and description,

    Before the flood,
    In a bubble and fear -
    Growing

    Washed away and rudderless

  • RipDiction5/21/2011

    "if there really is a hell below us then in the end we've all got to go" Fantastic line, writing as a whole. Always a good experience well done.

  • Kim Smith5/4/2011

    Incredible!!!!

  • Orchiolum4/11/2011

    I enjoyed, and will again, the intentional positioning of your words...the scenes...and how I felt when I read them. Not many words penetrate the walls. Thank you.***************************.....................

  • Tina Twito4/11/2011

    Wrote on the in-between not long ago. Think poets may linger there more than most. Love the "space for rent" line. This is amazingly rich!

  • Kent Tompkins4/8/2011

    PV!!!

  • Gloria Tabolt4/7/2011

    hmmm.

  • Sherry Tomfeld4/7/2011

    You always surprise us. Thank you.

  • G.L. Morrison4/7/2011

    Some strong imagery and language:

    Where the big fish are
    Snake-eyed and wanting

    and

    Learning the dance
    Forgetting the steps

    and I agree that phrases like rudderless and "the old dead" and also "space for rent" as soulless are effective.

    I don't like the deliberate stilting of " If a soul...this body does host". Also the brief line breaks and lack of form or pattern in the stanzas (number of lines, etc) bug me.

    I want to talk about chaos in the confines of visual order.

    I've missed your writing... and I am not writing poetry lately. (Somebody slap me!)

  • Jill E. Wright4/7/2011

    Oooh! Shudder! Incredible poem!!!

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