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Monday, March 30, 2009

DANDELION

I pucker and blow
Tiny particles
Float away
To replant
To relive
To revive
Weed-dom

ANTHILLS

My size 9 1/2 shoes
Generic
Step on your home
Your shelter
squish
squish
squish
I think I can hear your screams
I pause
Sorrow grips me
Until
Tiny bites on my ankles
I step harder

WELL...

Pulsating
Beating
Thump-thump-thumping
&
Rat-a-tat-tatting
Rose spatter on my cheeks
As I,
By I I mean
me
By me I mean
Well...
The universe shifts
Two inches there
&
Four inches back
How far have we come?
Age old question
No answer
No answer in sight
Out of sight
Loss of light
&
I hold tight
The
Thump-thump-thumping
&
Rat-a-tat-tatting
Ricochets off of your chest
Bones quiver
Just like tiny tadpoles
Shimmy & shake
Getting no where really
Just like us
By us I mean
We
By we I mean
Well...

I DON'T KNOW

I don't know why
I want you to break her heart
Greed?
Most likely
I want you for myself
And myself only
I want you to be mine
Just like I want me to be yours
Together

Thursday, March 12, 2009

SLOW DOWN

Oh mankind
Don't you have the time?
Ten, twelve, six?
Five minutes
Two seconds
To worry?
Quick feet
March the street
Slow down
Slow down!
SLOW DOWN!!
Breathe in and release
Breathe in that chicken grease
From McDonaldized America
Worry about tomorrow
It may never come
For some
Who move
Move
Move
Too quickly
Let the earth pass them by
Don't even know we have a sky
Mother nature what happened to your reign?
Oh boy
Oh boy
Don't mess with her she'll go insane
What happened to your spunk
What happened to your voice?
Oh mother nature
I know this wasn't your choice!
We punish him
For killing that woman
That man
What about us,
for killing our land?

Thursday, March 5, 2009

THOSE WORDS

I hear those words
You know,
those words,
And I shudder.
They don't pertain to me.
Surely I am not those words.
But
something rings in me.
An alarm to my system
telling me, screaming at me
to never say those words.
You may not be those words
but that man, that woman
down there might be.
Why can't we just call each other
human?

SWANS

The murky water flows.
This,
this is the cleanest river in Illinois?
My dirty hand tosses large rocks
over from the mushy shore
to scare the fish so my dad won't
hook and reel them in today.
Swans in the distance honking
with angry eyes and their young on their backs.
Mom grabs her camera,
"Say cheese swannies!"
I yell. They flutter at my voice.
The camera clicks and the swans are captured,
forever still in the photograph
although instants later my rocks scare them off
and they vanish
and my four year old self waves goodbye
as they fly off downstream.