Wednesday, November 28, 2012

A Poem by Walter Ruhlmann

Late Epiphanies

shouted at MHR -- my very own sister
and cried -- she hardly does
that was yesterday after dinner -- the eve of leaving

What happened?
How come?

Blows:  I hate to hear them banging in my head.
Epiphanies:  they often come too late.
Castaway:  I always feel alone in these long journeys.
Awful:  ET was drunk, raving again, fidgety, and restless.
Unnecessarily:  he started cleaning the kitchen at an undue time.
Sometimes I wish he could go away and leave
Eternally our tribe, go hunt for fresher flesh.

IS she only happy with him?
IS she scared when he shouts?
IS her hair raised when he looks wild?
IS she aware that no one has ever liked him?
IS there a way she could dumb him for good somehow?
IS their young son fitted with the same kind of neurotic chromosomes?

WILL FATHER finally react?
WILL his own epiphany come too late too?
WILL he have passed away before anything good comes out?

Walter Ruhlmann works as an English teacher, edits mgversion2>datura and runs mgv2>publishing. Walter is the author of several poetry chapbooks and e-books in French and English and has published poems and fiction in various printed and electronic publications world wide. He is an associate editor at Poet & Geek journal. Nominated for Pushcart Prize once.

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