d.w.moody : consume : out of the madness : asphalt lies

Consume

Out of the Madness

a book of poetry

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The poems in this collection are often painfully autobiographical, explorations of a world he has walked within, while others explode surrealistically as an assault on our senses, stitched together from stories rumbling through the city streets or from the nightly news. These are poems that ripple with energy, ripping open the scars of one's psyche. He has a created a work rich in its explorations of the shadows around us that we often ignore.

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asphalt lies

i remember the dirty streets
the neighborhoods that only the poorest white folks would walk down
i remember gunshots in the night
winos in the bushes
young toughs chasing my older brother
fights made just to make friends

i remember the filthy alleys we walked down
the writing on the wall

i remember the cat lady down the street
with her army of cats
waiting for her to die

i remember the complex
where they strung our cat up in the laundry room
where i cracked my head open
on an upper floor railing
and i remember you-
your dark face beckoning me to you
beckoning me to you
"hey kid, come here i wanna show you something"
in the darkness
you promised me money if i'd do it
as if that made it all right
"you'll like it, you'll see"
i wanted to run
as you propositioned me
your dark cock wagging in the shadows
"come on just suck it boy"
but i a child
afraid
i
i
listened to my feet
and ran to the only thing that mattered
my mother-

i cried to her

the safety of her arms provided comfort
but she had no power in this world
and so afterwards
everyday i'd walk down those stairs
heading towards the street
passing that courtyard
and just out of the shadows
you'd stand there

laughing merrily into the world

From Out of the Madness