Natural Consequences

Ms. Haiku

My name is Chris and I am six. I learn
my lesson with burning scars on my back.
He reads the Bible and burns me because
I forgot to hang my coat on the hook.

A flick of the lighter and my arms flinch.
My dad tells neighbors I'm medicated.

My dad always said God is the Father.
My dad always said I have to fear God.
My dad always said he likes to scare me.
I fear my Father so he must be God.

If God smokes cigarettes then God likes Fire.
Gasoline and His lighters do the trick.
Now Father and I will burn together.
Those sirens rejoicing our blessedness.


I started this poem 9 years ago. I don't want to work on it anymore. I've shredded all the notes that went with it, and now I give it up to Internet Eternity. Bye-bye poem!

Ms. Haiku

charles wrote:

What?????????

What don't you understand?

Ms. Haiku

charles wrote:

this is the part i don't understand.
The poem isn't finished, cause you think you can't finish,
though you have more to say, don't really want give up,
don't want it to die,
there's a lot more to it no?
if so, is it that easy to understand?

I started this poem after listening to a very violent true
story about a family. I was a crisis counselor.
I wanted to change the world and thought I could
do it with these simple words.
It was going to be much longer
much bigger, more characters.
Whenever I think of that time
my stomach gets in knots.
Since I've been past that time
my stomach is not in knots so much.
I don't feel the desire to look at the poem
and remember the actual violence I heard about
which caused me to write it.