Good Sense

And I have kissed

the incarnated eyes.

*

A dry and wan

frail young frame

that needs some tea

and a bit of fruit

to ameliorate this

erratic zeal.

*

And they: free from

anxious elsewheres

and insatiable needs.

And I heard how I plead,

and I see how I bleed.

And I can feel it coming.

*

And I am amusing

in bare legs or

stockinged feet.

Une modelle pour l'art brut:

the insane, profane

and impure.

*

And I can feel it coming;

bubbling, rising to the top.

*

Never search to find

what’s always been seen

and envy of this rite

turns pale complexions

nauseous greens.

And it is coming -

*

From this stitch in the side.

Spurting, spewing!

And I can feel it coming,

*

coming, coming on now

from this cramp

from that clamp

and the stamp.

*

And how do I wrestle

with this notion

of devious devotion?

The fact that was never true.

*

And I am amusing,

and it’s so confusing,

and I am amusing,

and it’s all consuming.

*

And I can feel it.

-Annie Corinne, 2012