Dark Lady Poetry - Lola Nation




Lola Nation




I have met you in various traditions  
stroked you distinctly in belief  
that you were mystical  
till you lay quiet and meditate  
myself, unsatisfied

You associate yourself between  
mind and time  
Both lost  
as far as I am concerned

When catering to your degrees  
of separation, self-knowledge  
enacts itself in a lonely crazed world,  
calls lack of desire an epiphany  
near nirvana,  
with no understanding  
your here, my now  
offer no enlightenment

Trapped in your illusion  
a false dichotomy  
manifesting in mistakes  
defining physical attribution  
to consciousness,  
the skull of the plot to  
dim lit perspective

What does one do  
without a common denominator  
among society,  
the ultimate identity  
more powerful  
than area to zip codes?

Transcending between perceived reality  
to obnoxious insecure senses  
of forefront consciousness…

Your mental architecture lacks  
building blocks of psyche  
necessary to brick and mortar the  
reservoir of energy  
of all mental mechanics

still leading to one solemn place  
where we can share in the same  
primary skill of sex

I wonder who loved your mother more  
Was it the boy in you  
or the father who left for fear  
of not being man enough

How many years of repression did you suffer  
trying to uncover the super hero in your family  
for lack of father figure, society

Did it make you curious  
Unhappy, or confused?



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He calls me late at night  
He’s drunk, I bet he’ll stay up  
Till the dirty sun makes its debut  
Over Tijuana  
puncturing the comfort  
in his line of sight

He tells me there’s something about me  
haunting him  
full of regret,  
he sloppily spills his remorse  
on the table  
Slurring promises  
Drifting away  
coming back again to say

“There’s something about you”

He says I know it’s true  
He’s not the only one  
To have confessed this  
He says he doesn’t know what it is  
Then, contradicts himself  
saying I deserve to know  
what it is that makes them all love me so  
He says it was my eyes  
Captivating, feline – brimming in the color of envy  
He over saturates the compliment  
By saying, he wants to be in me…  
My silence folds him again  
with regret,  
If I just go to Mexico,  
he promises, he’ll repay the debt.



Lola Nation is from Venice Beach, Calif., presently residing in Kansas City, MO. Her writing has been published in literary magazines such as the racy Cherrybleeds Zine and urban ThugWorks Magazine. Her current projects include finishing her fictional book All the Men I Slept with Volume I (accounting for a woman’s witty memoirs from teenage-hood to early 30s) and a musical (adapted from Shel Silverstein lyrics).