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3 Poems by Sheree LaPuma-Watson

“Fossilize Remains Of The Day”

The death of childhood robbed you of memories.
I told you your money’s no good in here.
I laughed as you tried to frame the sky
With aluminum pipe,
Then found you naked with the fan running.
Everything we owned was stapled to the sun.
Oh holy one, I see your soul strung up like a pinata from the orange tree.
Why did you lock me out of paradise and swim laps in her bed?
I wanted your dick on a stake.
I wanted you to marry Lorena Bobbit.
When you escaped
They celebrated your second coming.
The next day you washed our clothes in Jack, hanging them to dry
in the blue-violet-purple nuclear fallout.
Did the scars on my face give you direction?
Your dark eyes mask the jagged shards of self.
When you are parched, dry and rotting, there will be no water left
in the well of salvation.
They will bury your fossilized remains
Next to a yucca tree in the desert.

“I Believed in Santa Claus”

Towards the end
Of a dark
Chocolate
Stream,
Shit flowed
Sideways and East
Then on to Nirvana.
I believed
In Santa Claus
There –
Would have bit
Your head off
Whole
And swallowed
It,
Savoring
The intensity
Of your lemon rind
Breath
If you dared
To challenge me.
Believe –
Believe –

Oh Holy Night,
I taught my
Daughters
The importance of
Men,
Fat men,
Old men,
Who give you money,
Dress you in
Plastic feathers
So you
Cannot
Fly away.
Any man –
Every man –
Useless,
Useless,
From the waist
Up.
Fools
Look at me,
Into my soulless
Green
Eyes.

I believed
In Santa Claus
Because
There was nothing
Left,
No remnants
Of love-
Having scrubbed
My arteries clean
Until
My own
Cankerous
Skin
Bled out roaches
By the pint,
Tiny drowned corpses
Floating
On the surface
Of a snow-white
World.

And now,
And now,
I flip open the drain,
Watching bile
Rush out
Spew down,
Bubbling,
Gasping,
My misery drowning
Amongst the glass
Eyed fish,
Black mud
Contaminating
A deep ocean
That I will not
Paint
Paradise
With again.
And
Santa has left
The building.
Believe –
Believe –

“One Way or Another”

Metamorphosed,
Reshaped,
After 12 years –
Regret
Paddling upstream,
Crushed
By the onslaught
Of surf and
Tide –
Sucked down, attracted
To mordant
Gray –
Unhinged souls,
Plundered,
As I lost my own
Individuality
Nursing from
A barley corn
Teat
While fear
Consumed my spirit
Not wanting
To be –
Anymore

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3 thoughts on “3 Poems by Sheree LaPuma-Watson

  1. Sheree La Puma-Watson is a writer of short fiction, poetry, historical non-fiction and crime novels. She has published in most genres and has worked at the L.A. Weekly as a music editor along side Mikal Gilmore, who later became the editor of Rolling Stone. She received her MFA in critical studies/writing, from The California Institute of the Arts, the school that Walt Disney founded. She has lived in England where she was active with the Women Writer’s of Cambridge and she is currently writing a new book based on the L.A. punk music scene in the late 70′s.

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