SO TELL ME MISTER DURFEE HOW DO YOUREALLY FEEL ABOUT YOUR MOTHER?

JUST FUCKING DO IT (AGAIN)

You don’t know

what anything is like until you try.

The high is in the try;

success is the sweetness

of knowing

you can climb to places

once thought too out there.

Falling too, can be fun if you

like the wind in your face

and

don’t fear starting the climb over

as many times as it takes. 

© M Durfee

11.19.2013

PROFILING

I sat in the office

was probed through every orifice

of my mind long enough

for my ass to hurt

from sitting in the hard back chair

I requested,  
answering simple questions

easy enough to answer

but difficult to hear.

Deafness it seems is become a universal trait. 

Fuck it,

nothing’s changed.

still crazy as a shit house rat

after all these years of pretend sanity. 

I don’t think she thought being

a non-junkie, un-self destructive

recovered alcoholic

poet

was exactly the right kind

of fuck me up therapy for me.

All I wanted was a script for some valium

not a fucking biographic interview.

To save time for someone else
I tried to sell her my books .

she was to broken herself to buy them.

 

© M Durfee

11.19.2013