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Order this writing in the Charlie Newman May 2010 cc&d poetry collection book “Deckard Kinder/ Charlie Newman” |
 
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and madwomen
have a talent for tragedy
that belongs in a museum
inside an airtight glass case
protected by state-of-the-art technology
so they cannot pass it on
like some emotional e-bola
it makes them mystic
it makes them jump off
the window ledges
of musty flops
under cover of the night...
understand?
or a madwoman
and I haven’t their talent for tragedy
or their boiled-down-to-the-basics philosophy
that reduces living
to a two-word outline: kill
: fuck
a brother
a schoolboy
a student
a scholar
a worker
a taxpayer
a husband
a father
a voter
a reader
a writer
a giver
a taker
a buyer
a seller
a consumer
a user
a watcher
a this
a that
a lot
or a madwoman
with a talent for tragedy
that belongs in a museum
or a funeral parlor
or a church bulletin
or the classified section
of a great
metropolitan newspaper
or a madwoman
with a capacity for catastrophe
or a facility for calamity
or a genius for disaster
or a gift for heartbreak
I do not have mystic visions
I do not heave myself
off the broken ledges
of moldering hotels
into open dumpsters
or onto the cracked bricks of narrow alleyways
or the hoods of passing luxury SUVs
or simply into the cover of the night
to read drama queen melodrama
to people like you
so we can all feel
as if we feel
