Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Sdon't




If you get me started
you'll have to kill me

bury my body in the woods
to get me to stop

I go on like an old lady
being murdered

with snorts and squawks
crazy as a rat in a coffee can

the special kind of cops
who just follow people

will be slightly visible
in your rearview mirror

they'll  find you out
so don't even think about it



tk/December 2011


Listen to R.A.D. Stainforth's delightful reading:

49 comments:

  1. I think I know what LOL means.... but I'm not certain.

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  2. Christmas will do that to you (I mean the "crazy as a rat in a coffe can" thingee.

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  3. When I was a kid I had a pet rat and she made a nice little home out of a coffee can I slipped into her cage. But I still like this image in your poem.

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  4. Whooooo! That one's a bit scary!

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  5. Wow! That almost sounds like a *fun* kind of crazy!
    ;)

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  6. Reading your words .. trying to comprehend what it must have been like for her, being chased by her many demons AND the paparazzi. Unimaginable.

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  7. I've been duly warned! Yet somehow I doubt it will make any difference!

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  8. A crazy life, that's for sure.

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  9. Christmas Day has flown past. Just now I have a quiet moment between bouts of after-Christmas sale shopping. I wanted to stop by and wish you all the joys of the season. As the quiet week approaches, may you find time to do all the things you most love. May you know, each day, how very blessed and loved you are. Happy Holidays, friend. ~ Relyn

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  10. somehow this poem seems to exude confidence to me, writerly confidence I mean. It is bold and sure. Hope 2012 is c creative bonanza for you.

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  11. I had no idea you were blonde Tess ... what a lovely pic! I have a coffee can saved for you ...

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  12. R.A.D., I will never be blonde, I take a certain amount of pride in my brunetteness. The coffee can, however, is an entirely different matter...

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  13. Relyn, thank you...hope you and yours are enjoying the holidays, as well...

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  14. Makes me wonder what we're not supposed to get her started doing...

    Laughing?

    Crying?

    Ebaying?

    And I wonder why the cops would be following me, and not her...

    I love things that make me think, without laying everything out in a straight line!

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  15. Crazy as a rat in a coffee can...sometimes I feel that is me :) Oh how it must have been to be Marilyn.

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  16. Poor Marilyn - perfect marrying of images, she and a rat in a coffee can.

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  17. Yes, crazy as a rat in a Greased coffee can!

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  18. i ike this tess! i'd like to know who marilyn really was - the internal dialogue and how well that married with her external self and all of its distractions and pleasures and hardships . . . . . . . steven

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  19. very stirring write!

    what a life...

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  20. don't know the inferences here, but enjoyed it, as always. it was whacky

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  21. oh this is an intriguing response to the picture - love the opening lines - "If you get me started
    you'll have to kill me" - great response! nice seeing it on magpie tales site!

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  22. Enjoyed... Will be with me for a while.

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  23. You may be interested and shocked to know that Marilyn Monroe died nine days before I was born ... how creepy is that ...

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  24. very scary
    dark afternoon thoughts

    more pie is needed
    cook rhubarb

    don't worry
    sdon't

    the sun will come out again soon

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  25. R.A.D. ... interesting...shocking...creepy...(!)

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  26. PBTG, rhubarb is good, but I prefer laughing...

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  27. Sad and scary at the same time. Straight to the heart of the matter!

    Happy New Year Tess! And thank you for a good dose of poetry and camaraderie....

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  28. Fabulous Tess. Love "crazy as a rat in a coffee can...". Interesting image I'm projecting in my head.

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  29. i always wonder what it was like for her

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  30. Tess,

    Exceptional one. We don't fully get to know where the source of 'sinister' is -- just that it's a bit to the left of our vision.

    TFool

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  31. Eventually, one ends up crying. Excellent poem.

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  32. Dear Tess: Very edgy; with a hint of psychological paranoic angst; reminds me of film noir. The reading by Ronaldo was equally excellent! "don't even think about it" Was Marilyn a moll or a mole? "Sdon't" kiss n tell!

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  33. I go on like an old lady
    being murdered

    with snorts and squawks
    crazy as a rat in a coffee can


    I can't say that I know what this is meant to imply, but I like it.

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  34. She certainly did have a sad and wild life all rolled into one...didn't she?....Love what you did with this Tess!! :-)

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  35. I like this, but after reading it I feel 'crazy as a rat in a coffee can'. Was that the desired effect?

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  36. I loved this Tess, sassy and original, poor Marilyn.

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  37. I love "crazy as a rat in a coffee can..." Fabulous

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  38. Fun leap off the high dive into the deep end of an everyday saying. Maybe there's something primal to it, as if the superego's guarding a door that says "Don't Get Me Started" because dragons are behind it, dragons and toads and magpies oh my. Happy New Year's Tess - Brendan

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  39. Yes. Nice 'n' zany. And the picture's perfect.

    ;-)

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  40. Thanks for all your kind comments, gentle readers. I know I always say this, but you are the best in the whole bloggyhood...you really are...

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  41. My take on this piece is
    more Mickey Spillane than
    Arthur Miller, with MM
    taking about her sexuality
    as well as her insecurity
    and gargantuan need for
    love. It pointed to the chasm
    between who she really might
    have been, and what she had
    to do to become MM. With
    Spillane and Mailer there is
    always a direct correlation
    between sex and violence.

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  42. Wow!
    This is one scary piece of strange

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