Peter – Morning with the Captain

Warning: The content may be triggering

When Mother turns on the television, Peter sits tensely
with his tiny hands clenched tightly into fists.

Mother says slouching is bad and boys that slouch must
be punished.

The Captain lectures Mr. Bunny Rabbit for stealing carrots.

Peter wonders why the Captain doesn’t burn Mr. Bunny
Rabbit’s arms.

Stealing is bad.

A bunny rabbit that steals must be punished.

Lions stalk the plains of Africa.

They roar and eat up the deer.

When they finish eating they stretch out their claws
and shake out their bloody manes.

Jim, the man on TV says; if a deer is too young and too weak,
it ends up as food.

Then he says, “As a mother lion protects her cubs, you can protect
your kids with insurance from Mutual of Omaha.”

Suddenly, Peter’s heart speeds up; he cocks his head and listens:

Mother’s in the kitchen boiling water.

Peter must sit very still and be extra quiet.

Mother says squirming and being loud is bad.

Loud little boys that squirm must be punished.

A black and white screenshot of avatars staged to represent a child alternate named Peter and protector alternate named Bobby.
A screenshot of avatars staged to represent a child alternate named Peter and a protector alternate named Bobby. Please click the link for more about my alternates and their function.

(C) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

The stuffed bear in the photo was made by Second Life artist, AM Radio

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Peter: In the Wild’s of Africa

Memory lurks like a sniper:

We’re shot and relive the
forgotten.

Now we’re a little boy
crushed
in his Mother’s arms

she tells a bedtime story.

She says;

in the wilds of Africa

women have breasts
as thick as my thighs.

She says;

the bush is so dense a
boy can’t breathe.

She says;

and mamma birds
sometimes
crack their own eggs,

and the sky goes black,

and the big people eat
all the little ones.

Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

Poetry: Wisteria and The Scent of honeysuckle

Memories

of wisteria and

the scent of

honeysuckle,

of taffy pulls
and
pink flamingos,

of Christmas and

the Wizard of Oz,

of swallowed

shame

and shameful

secrets.

Image and text Rob Goldstein (c) 2017

The Ripple Effect

A million scary bugs hide in the cracks of these walls.

They wait in the dark and when they think that I’m asleep

they drop into bed.

The scariest bugs are mosquito hawks; they have wings as
sharp as knives.

I pull the blanket over his my head and dream about angels.

They are naked and very pretty

Their nakedness makes me tingle

Dad says the angels tingle like that too.

Suddenly a spider as big as a hand lands on my bed!

But Dad says hush now and think about heaven.

 

Image and text Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 all rights reserved

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