Duck-Taped To A Banister Poem by Ray X. Johnson

(The source of demons)

There was no answers
as the methodically folded
unplugged brown electric extension
cord rippled like highly charged thunder bolts
through tenderhearted flesh
leaving its swollen welts of hate
upon my copper skin by so-called
loving hands that sliced and slit
my delicate spirit to shredded bits
and pieces of childish bewilderment
as I wiggled about butt-naked
and duck-taped to the upstairs banister
at 2244 Sigel stranded by God
drenched in my own burning sweat
and tears and blood and fears for years
while screams broke and bounced off ears
and the haunting demons entered my sphere
from all angles and directions like reflections
of a muddy diamond in the rough
it was beyond the realms of discipline
my now shivering silence would shout
but it wasn't enough she must've thought
as she took a break to smoke a cigarette
ranting and raving obscentities at me
from other rooms which did not make
any sense like something about a mother's
love and death in the same sentence
before returning with the methodically
folded unplugged brown electric extension
cord that would strike private parts
and hit open spots of me that
i was unable to move or save
as she went on beating me like a slave
in her drug addicted fits of rage
while confused eyes remained dazed
piercing from my butt-naked body
duck-taped to the upstairs banister
at 2244 Sigel abandoned by God
deliriously staring and wondering why?
but there where no answers


- Ray X Johnson 1/27/2001