Splintered / Confessional Pt. II: “Confessions”
We have decided to print Anthony Frame’s poem “Confessions” in parallel with Jessie Carty’s poem “Arrested”, since we find a kind of natural dialogue arises between them. We present them under the moniker SplinteredConfessional.
-The Editors
Confessions
“There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.”
-Albert Camus, Myth of Sisyphus
I would look terrible in my Rasta-
farina hat. The rainbow wig, bloated
with dreadful black hair, drowns my head.
~
I need to talk about my mom or else
this won’t be a real confessional poem.
She subscribes to rotating ideologies
as if they were Good Housekeeping or Redbook.
~
A tilde is an estimate, a sigh in drop D tuning,
and a translation
of waking up to
a wave of whispers.
~
I want to write
a poem where
Jesus goes to
Venus (Elton
John’s Jesus -
not my father’s)
but this science
confuses me.
~
I swore I would never confess in poetry. When chaos kills itself, I might stop breaking promises.
~
Chaos Theory makes meaning
from everything. White space makes the most sense to me.
But it will melt, too.
[...] have decided to print Jessie Carty’s Poem “Arrested” in parallel with Anthony Frame’s poem “Confessions”, since we find a kind of natural dialogue arises between them. We present them under the moniker [...]