In the east we paint
rebelliously, our backbones
Unfurled. Trains, unaware
Hum low tones “I’m here,
I’m here.”
Sending poetry to the world
In the east we paint
rebelliously, our backbones
Unfurled. Trains, unaware
Hum low tones “I’m here,
I’m here.”
above in steel it
is ws g90 cs/b
it’s granular and upside down.
it means nothing to me, this me
head thrown back,
headache pinching one side.
florescent lighting affects the metal
and creates a ripple effect
i start to see patterns
numbers – letters – squares.
i notice the ws repeat
i see the secret messages and the meaning
is pinching my brain.
my neck stiffens
but i don’t look away.
the world relies on my ability
to decipher the code
soon the walls will fall to the side
and before the darkness
i will rise in victory.
florescent light
oh the longer i stare at you
the more the cubicles in front me
pulse
and jive
does anyone else
feel that they’ve already died?
floating above it all
like a florescent light
incandescent orbit
of an out of body zealot
reticent under duress.
all it takes:
one soft ocean wave
one swift approaching storm
one sandy toe
one face leaned back
it’s enough,
those dark brown eyes
one quick glance
one wrong word
one minute alone
one single
flutter of the belly
is enough to…
will “they” say
the calm is what
killed her?
was the quiet lack
what turned the
blood to sludge
the brain to mush…
what turned
the girl to dust?
standing alone
outside the office
smoke lingers from
previous breaks
head leaned back
to the sun and
across the way
someone is sailing
Check out my new essay on E. B. White and my own unemployment journey – featured on Better Living Through Beowulf:
A Book to Read
http://www.betterlivingthroughbeowulf.com/?p=4279
high heel shoes
scattered across my floor,
I used to hate that height
but now I buy them
taller taller…
I like the feeling of
a head held high
I am who you imagine
on this new road
you see me
walking tall,
hips swaying,
lips glossy,
yet it fades when I return
empty the suitcase, scatter
heels across the floor…