This is the Terrible Secret Grandmother
of the razor blades within Red Apples,
the one who pinches your cheek happily
when it reminds her cold bones
of Marzipan Pigs & nipping sherry.
& who has a long gray motor home
enigmatically speeding between state lines
or parked on the bare hill at the edge of town
where a haunted house should be
& you pause to shudder at it
when a crack in the metal is slid,
creme yellow light breaks out
like a chick’s bloody beak
through the egg.
This is her removing her disguise
This is her removing her old silver hair
This is her removing her frosted bifocal lens
This is her removing the folded pattern of her skin
This is her removing her gnarled skeleton
This is her removing her very emptiness
Now you can see her clearly
like a pair of sharpened knitting needles
stabbed into your eyes
like a poisonous stripe of mercury
circling the candy cane
she is the Terrible Secret Grandmother
of the razor blades within Red Apples
IIlluminati Ganga is a collective of writers, artists, musicians and creative spirits of all types. This poem is written by IG Agent 18, who has lived in many places, and only been thrown out of some of them. He hitchhiked with his mother across the U.S when he was 11, has written a lot of poetry and never stayed rooted to any spot.
Currently contributing to the Illuminati Ganga publication Luminasticity https://medium.com/luminasticity – he has also written a recent book of poetry entitled The Mixtape of Taliesin (https://www.amazon.com/Mixtape-Taliesin-Illuminati-Ganga-ebook/dp/B0B6PMM294/ref=sr_1_1) based on the Welsh myth and legend ordered with a Tarot theme. He is working on another book of poetry named Mercuric Distillations that will hopefully be forthcoming at the end of the year.
Published 10/31/24