Things, We Carry

Like Diapers, Carry Mashed Plants.

1.

Flowers

Like paper Mache dreams

Or dreamers

Do they dream of being human

Like steeples dream of being

Without our human god?

 

2.

Laughter

Rats in a granary

Chisel satire in the walls

With meat hooks for claws

“Gluttony feeds-”

 

3.

Things

Candy with glass skin

Flavored, fields of strawberries

Once ripe, intoxicating

A breathing color, with breathing blood

Ill-conceived

Like commercials and fads

In tiny metal nurseries

Under tiny human eyes-

 

4.

Clocks

A poet’s cliché

When it’s really nothing

But a shell with gears for a tortoise

And typewritten ticks and ticks and ticks

Reminds me of a choir of eunuchs

In sweat bands behind a brothel

Miserable

Humming with less beauty then a single splintered rain drop

Under another heavy sun.

 

5.

Posture

A chandelier in a whaling ship

Sounds like a body in a dungeon

With obsession

And dyslexia

And magnesium constipation

Blushing because it bends

Like playing cards

Ocher from tobacco hands

The color of a bombed face

In a den of poker players and sexed men

Oh, face the executioner

The one in your mirror

Waving like a stranger from the train you should have caught

Bow

And tire yourself out with all these high brow manners

And manners and manners!

 

But I am only human

And I can’t breathe in this fish bowl.

 

6.

Love:

Hearts hanging in hallways

Like school boys’ minds

Buried under a playground

With used dreams.

Reviews

[miSS LEaf]

an intriguing read, neatly structured, simple it may seem but is it? who knows.. i feel like a poor fish in a bowl.. this writing was created by an ocean ~L