Two Poems

by Patrick Theron Erickson

Blood Wedding

I could ignore the welts
if they had come
from insect bites

and hadn’t come
from a whipping

I could ignore
the bumps and bruises

like I ignore
the biting insects

if I had only been bitten
if I hadn’t been beaten

It’s bad blood
when blood brothers feud

worse
when they reunite

a bloody business
come to bloodletting
and bloodshed

every man
a bridegroom of blood

circumcised
for a blood wedding

And here
there are no bloodless coups

no unbloody wedding receptions.

Written Large

You remember
the Selectric typewriter
with which you wrote your life
and wrote it large

With spools upon spools
of correction tape

and with the aid
of corrective lenses

did you ever get it right?

Some memories
are indelible

some fade
some morph

some dissolve
like dissolved shots
in a moving picture

like the bodies
of murder victims
murderers dissolve
in vats of acid

like photoelectric images
in an acid bath
with no body parts

like battery acid
when your battery powered
devices explode

or characters
that explode across the screen
with no screen name
and no script

Like the type
on the blank page
when the Selectric’s memory
starts to go

we characters are typecast

So don’t head down that path
with your fellows in tow

Fellowship like memory
is selective

We never get it right

And the reader knows
where all the bodies are buried

written large.

Patrick T. Erickson, a resident of Garland, Texas, a Tree City, just south of Duck Creek, is a retired parish pastor put out to pasture himself. Secretariat is his mentor, though he has never been an achiever and has never gained on the competition. He resonates to a friend’s definition of change (albeit a bit dated): change coming at us a lot faster because you can punch a whole lot more, a whole lot faster down digital broadband “glass” fiber than an old copper co-axial landline cable. Of late Patrick’s work has appeared in Wilderness House Literary Review; Cobalt Review; Poetry Pacific; Red Fez; SubtleTea; The Oddville Press; Literary Juice; Poetry Quarterly; and will appear in Danse Macabre and in the Fall 2015 issue of The Penwood Review.
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