1/13/2017 0 Comments Four Poems by Lauren SuchenskiA social contract A social contract I signed it - (french-kissed young and four lifetimes old) to sing the socialism blues all the way home to the reds to the colors in the hues not visible to this spectrum - what a fluid thing, what a gaseous thing, what a gargantuan thing - this orangutan of a seeing space This orange blossom of a system systematically sinking quicksand too quick - lightspeed too light to get us off the ground to get us off the ground (we’re sinking, remember) A social contract I signed it - to sing the capitalism blues till my face turns red and my head turns feds right side up and off-with-her-head - that’s a dictator, you remind me, And I remind you, of the dictionary - Look it up Look up (we’re sinking, remember) Settle down settle down – the world spit sputtering settle up – marry up/ twist up your spine into origami/ napkins folded into birds – it welcomes you on a white tablecloth, it welcomes you on a sterile hotel bed (cotton sheets spread like teeth) settle down – the whispers are still yelling, still screaming ancient love words into songs still humming radio wires into your musculature still wiring your brain to the tune of barbarism (still the barber sues for defamation of character) still there’s something like trauma, or maybe just call it what it is – still there’s something like family, rubbing the edges off of photos and calling them something worth framing someone worth framing – the one who stole the road settle down – the colors aren’t as violent as the night the river isn’t flowing out of sight the final question inking in the pen is signing its name at the bottom is signing its name at the bottom Legislate me Legislate me Regulate me - tax-haven raven and wild whistleblower that I am Espionage me - age me - quickly (backwards) Contextualize me - ritualize my ritual eyes/ the circumcised circus-ride (three ringed, 4-inched and foul-tempered) Constitutionalize my constituents - my continental drift - my drifting eyes - they capsize and close Criminalize me - I’m investing in the investigation of invective - directives directly disseminated from his eminence - the emergent emergency emulator of an emotional emperor An ambulance - let’s call it now Let’s call it now Let’s call it now Legislate me - one step too late The race was over before it begun Upon looking for someone to blame dijon mustard gas and chemicals (weapons? Or can’t it just be hydrogen? Can’t it just be oxygen?) Can’t it just be water putting fires out not paralyzed headlines frozen in frame Can’t I just blame the man behind the curtain - I can see his feet sticking out under the velvet (red and humbled violet) hollowed, leather-wrapped and heel-worn Can’t I just blame the programming - an error in the wiring Can’t I just blame history - hungry and hulking like a federation of fumbled desires - Can’t I just say it was them? Can’t I just say it was them? Can’t I just say we’ll never know enough to say we should have known better to say we’ll never get there - we’ll always be near - just near enough Can’t I say how am I supposed to know what I don’t know enough to know Can’t I just say I know better than to think I know how it’s going to be Can’t you just take it - this weight we’re all bearing? Bio: Lauren Suchenski is a fragment sentence-dependent, ellipsis-loving writer and lives somewhere where the trees change color. Lauren believes in the inherent creative capability within all people. You can find more of her poetry at @_laurel_hill on Instagram.
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