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suffering the venus of

a poem by lou suSi


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suffering the venus of


let uS compare our suffering


if your suffering is more than mine


i shalL weep & suffer for your deeper suffering


if your suffering is perfect more perfect than mine


i shalL moan & suffer for your perfect suffering


if your suffering iS a deserted steamship floating recklesS abandoned at thee mercy of thee mississippi floodwaters

enraged


then mine iS a decrepit kayaK beached on thee rivershore of a drunkened reservation on a cloudy evening


if your suffering is thee haunting howL of thee loOn then


mine iS thee song of the caged canary


if your suffering is a grand stone castle


mine suffering is thee moat which protects your suffering filled with blood & piSs & hungry crocodiles


if your suffering is a cemetery ...


then i walk thee grounds & water alL thee flowers i wash thee stones with a balmy rag i weep & kneeL at every willowed grave


if your suffering is a withered daffodiL


mine iS just a daisy


if your suffering is the pontius pilot


then i am thee good thief i am thee good thief


if your suffering is an archaic precious wind ...

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mine is the earth & sea you gently touch & tap upon


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if your suffering perhaps may bee bigger than

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thee breadbox or larger than life itself ...


mine is thee bread


thee milk thee butterfly


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if your suffering is a growling fierce volcano gurgling hot inside


then mine suffering iS a rabid city squirrel


if your suffering iS thee turbulent eventide pounding of 7000 horses set free on thee beach


then my suffering is thee same 7000 horses held quiet in nigh captivity


if your suffering is thee mighty niLe


mine is

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the menstrual aching mississippi


if your suffering is a forest fire


my suffering is an unknown lugubrious woodland trickling brook


if your suffering is a ferris wheel a rollercoaster a tiltawhirl

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mine is thee tunnel of love


if your suffering iS a cuckoo clock


mines the little bird


inside thee little door


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if your suffering is thee christ on thee croSs


then mine bee thee wee innocent christchild stilL wet & meSsy frum thee womb


if you wear your suffering like crown like queen like king

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i wear mine like ringworm on a beggar


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if your suffering is a burning tree


my suffering iS thee pinecone dropped, surviving


if you suffer leSs than mee


then i suffer frum an abundanse of


suffering


if your suffering is a delicate sewn spidersweb


i am thee moth caught in its sticky fibres


if your suffering iS a calm clear laKe

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i am looking at my reflection in thee water rippled with falling tears


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if your suffering is a precious sparse shostakovitch


mine is an oskar kokoshka


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if your suffering is a black seaswepttrunk filled with a soldiers things strong malignant


fingergripse of a longforgotten battle


then mine is merelee a decrepit white medicinecabinet filled with shaving lotion & dulL & rusty


razorbladeS

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if yours is thee coo of 2 turtledoves then mine iS thee virginmary


if your suffering is a gameshow hostess


then mine is thee nightlee news at 9


if your suffering is a tumble headlong slowmotion down a spiral set of stairs


then mine is just walking up thee down escalator


if your suffering is a treehouse


then mine iS a wooly

ocean

wooden raft in thee untame


if your suffering iS eucalyptus

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mine is peeled birchbark


if you suffer if you are


suffering then so am i


alL images & writing 1995 Š lou suSi printed by BijaXOuS suPpleMente preSs po box 1098 middleton, ma 01949 http://www.supplemente.org http://www.bijaxous.com



the venus of suffering