barbara hilal

Rookie (11/10/31 / savannah, ga.)

Trying To Get Ahead - Poem by barbara hilal

I see it all
though my eyes are closed
I remember it so clearly
understanding but comprehending nothing
on that ordinarily unusual cold dark noonday
in the summer of October

Openly, you stood there
sitting quietly, blatently secretive,
I envied you your brilliant ignorance
whining through your convulsive laughter
So afraid you would lose your head

I detected that you doubt of course
trusting in my straight forward deceptive turnings
that wind around your frail muscular body
especially when you looked down
at your head

our tightly connected head
disconnected and firmly planted
in the cement walkway
screaming and whispering obscenities

A testament and monument
to our short lived eternity of passion
barring being viewed by anyone, all who pass will
try to cover it leaving it bare to the world

there with other heads,
blooming yellow red and blackish grey
greeting guests and giving directions
heads, held captive, released from all worry
obscene in their sacred nudity
like the horses in your living room
will always represent
the acceptance of the absurd

See the guests at your cocktail party
they pass the horse in the living room
venture out to the walkway
one sets a glass on your head
another uses it for an ashtray

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 13, 2006

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