A proud trudge through routine
The Story In Our Face
Some of us wear our whole story in our face.
How we lost it all, the family photographs, because
there was no money to pay the storage fee.
How we were left in the middle of nowhere on
some dark highway because we wouldn’t put out.
How life has been good and the heavy milk in our
overmothered breasts say so with each labored step.
How all the bills got paid because work is the only thing that
ever mattered, grunt labor the proud trudge through routine.
How our hair got this way because every disheveled move we
ever made took us further and further away from a lasting groom.
How we never should have started smoking and drinking, the
black geography tunneling out from places we fear to tread.
How easily our hips are swayed into rocking
by the pelvic entice of a few fretful strummings.
How the blue immersion of a low-cut dress
drowns every eye that swims into it, over and over.
How we left through a wound in the war to make our way back to
this one, from desert and jungle, to the shame of a flooded home.
We wear our whole story in our face, some of us.
Others have yet to face the stories still to be worn.
Joseph Gallo
February 19, 2006
post-time 5:50 PM
6 Comments:
I count this among my favorites Joseph.
Very fine work, Joseph! You inspired me with this. And your photos lately have been great.
Very nice, Joseph. :clap: A great choice of subject, but one that (to me it seems) is rarely tackled well. Beautifully done.
Well, now that that little unpleasantry has concluded, we can all get back to life outside the asylum. ;-)
Thanks all for your love, your support, and your most excellent taste. Would that others had the inherent understanding and un-jealous passion for expression we've been duly graced with.
This is outstanding. And I hope that I will wear a similar but different face as well. Bravo!
Wonderful! Nadene
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