Post by Madsengirl on Jun 30, 2004 20:52:21 GMT -5
Every month I will feature one of Michael's poems to be discussed. If you would like to see a particular poem featured PM me with your suggestion.
July's Poem:
"Tears"
(from "Burning In Paradise")
One million tears over 35 years.
I remember Laura in her paper shoes
and paper dress, when I looked in her eyes
she was gone and I was gone.
I remember my father hitting me in the face
and falling to the floor with bright lights
flashing in my head.
I remember my mother slipping into
her bedroom with a man I didn't know.
And me f*cking a woman of 28
when I was 13.
I like wh*res you know, there is
something pure about them.
Our shepherd jumping out
the window of the red Plymouth
and my bike getting stolen.
Sneaking out of the apartment,
down the fire escape to run around
the neighborhood with David
stealing cars and looking at the girls
in the windows of Northwest University
watching them masturbate watching them
f*ck and get f*cked and dress
and comb their hair.
Flipping upside down in a '68 Roadrunner
at 2:00 am going to jail in Arizona
and hearing Mark was dead
Finding out my mother was raped
and having a brother with
no marker on his grave.
Breaking into gas stations and cutting
open safes with blow torches
Breaking into houses and stealing
anything we could carry.
My father rolling up the window
of his brown Dodge and driving away
on Christmas Day.
My 6th grade teacher pointing me out
to the class and saying,
"Something is wrong here."
And a big guy I didn't know
spitting in my face and the spit
running down my cheek and chin.
Finding out my sister needed me
and not being there.
Telling my first wife I slept
with other women and seeing my father
cry at the airport while holding my son.
Breaking the door off the back
of my house and my second wife
having me arrested.
Seeing autopsy photos of John Kennedy
on 60 Minutes and shooting a rabbit
in Lake Geneva.
Nightmares and daymares and
any-time mares chopping off dead cats' heads
and smashing frogs with big rocks.
Having to take a sh*t in front
of 22 men while in jail.
And hearing Kenny Fisher hung himself.
Ben is dead Phil is dead
and Marty burned up in a fire.
Losing my job, losing my wife,
losing my money
and losing my soul.
Snorting cocaine with C.B.
and firing off a handgun through a roof
on New Year's Eve.
Standing alone on the beach
and f*cking up my leg
in a motorcycle accident.
I've been shot sewn up blown up x rayed
drugged up tied up locked up f*cked up
burned, stabbed, left hit and hit back.
Alone in a room full of people.
And alone writing all this stuff.
One million tears over 35 years.
-Michael Madsen
The first time I read this poem I actually cried. Actually I listened to the audio of Michael reading it on his web site. It is just so raw, emotional & honest & really gives you some insight to Michael & what he's all about & why he is the man he is today.
July's Poem:
"Tears"
(from "Burning In Paradise")
One million tears over 35 years.
I remember Laura in her paper shoes
and paper dress, when I looked in her eyes
she was gone and I was gone.
I remember my father hitting me in the face
and falling to the floor with bright lights
flashing in my head.
I remember my mother slipping into
her bedroom with a man I didn't know.
And me f*cking a woman of 28
when I was 13.
I like wh*res you know, there is
something pure about them.
Our shepherd jumping out
the window of the red Plymouth
and my bike getting stolen.
Sneaking out of the apartment,
down the fire escape to run around
the neighborhood with David
stealing cars and looking at the girls
in the windows of Northwest University
watching them masturbate watching them
f*ck and get f*cked and dress
and comb their hair.
Flipping upside down in a '68 Roadrunner
at 2:00 am going to jail in Arizona
and hearing Mark was dead
Finding out my mother was raped
and having a brother with
no marker on his grave.
Breaking into gas stations and cutting
open safes with blow torches
Breaking into houses and stealing
anything we could carry.
My father rolling up the window
of his brown Dodge and driving away
on Christmas Day.
My 6th grade teacher pointing me out
to the class and saying,
"Something is wrong here."
And a big guy I didn't know
spitting in my face and the spit
running down my cheek and chin.
Finding out my sister needed me
and not being there.
Telling my first wife I slept
with other women and seeing my father
cry at the airport while holding my son.
Breaking the door off the back
of my house and my second wife
having me arrested.
Seeing autopsy photos of John Kennedy
on 60 Minutes and shooting a rabbit
in Lake Geneva.
Nightmares and daymares and
any-time mares chopping off dead cats' heads
and smashing frogs with big rocks.
Having to take a sh*t in front
of 22 men while in jail.
And hearing Kenny Fisher hung himself.
Ben is dead Phil is dead
and Marty burned up in a fire.
Losing my job, losing my wife,
losing my money
and losing my soul.
Snorting cocaine with C.B.
and firing off a handgun through a roof
on New Year's Eve.
Standing alone on the beach
and f*cking up my leg
in a motorcycle accident.
I've been shot sewn up blown up x rayed
drugged up tied up locked up f*cked up
burned, stabbed, left hit and hit back.
Alone in a room full of people.
And alone writing all this stuff.
One million tears over 35 years.
-Michael Madsen
The first time I read this poem I actually cried. Actually I listened to the audio of Michael reading it on his web site. It is just so raw, emotional & honest & really gives you some insight to Michael & what he's all about & why he is the man he is today.