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Rattled My Brain
For all those souls that rattled my brain
shook me awake at midnight and put me on a horse
to ride and ride and ride by only the light of the moon
for the chance to hear them breathing in their sleep
and nothing more…
through their open country windows,
glass-less ventanáles, always unlatched…
I rode by like a nightmare,
braiding the mane of my streaking steed,
but laying a flower like a lover on their window sill…
something to contemplate when they awoke and thought it all a dream.
I bet you don’t know what I mean
but maybe you do..
maybe you got your chance to live as I did
the passion of a real life scene,
the kind played today by actors in HD
rolling now inside your flat screens.
For all those souls that rattled my brain
made me forget to eat, or hear what people
were saying…
Made me jump on trains and ride for two days just
to visit them in the Federal Pen,
charged with conspiracy
but innocent as the break of day,
where we held hands under the scrutiny of all those eagle eyes
aware that time was doing a goose step..and soon I would be back
at the station with no expectations…
Tears and delicious sadness, all the way back
clackety clackety clack.
I bet you don’t know what I mean
but maybe you do..
maybe you got your chance to live as I did
the passion of a real life scene,
the kind played today by actors in HD
rolling now inside your flat screens.
For all those souls that rattled my brain
that scandalized my innocence my naiveté
with their unique lessons
that made me ask what was it all about?
What was true?
What was right?
That taught me to forgive, just about everything …
I’d forgive murder, hypocrisy, betrayal and abuse
if they just asked me to… and they did.
They all were my unconventional schools of life
I took trains and planes just to see them again,
to walk on a beach in Cartagena, to sleep by their side
in a cave in Wadi Rum, to gallop through a rainstorm,
just to bring them their cigarettes.
My story is a Lynchian romance, so how can I put it into words?
How can I pin the blame, take the credit, regret the shame?
except to say….
I bet you don’t know what I mean
but maybe you do..
maybe you got your chance to live as I did
the passion of a real life scene
the kind played today by actors in HD
rolling now inside your flat screens.
Karima Hoisan
September 4, 2018
Costa Rica
*Footnote..I apologize for retouching the painting (getting rid of Shutterstock) but it was just the perfect image. Mea Culpa:) Also…here is the music I looped incessantly to write this poem. Isn’t it fabulous?? Seductora, Explotadora y Algo Mas (Luis Alberto Posada)



































