Saturday, June 16, 2012
2 Semi-Occasional Failures
Like the earth when weeping dogs cower
Hungry over the wet-grass,
A song full of conched washes
And my life a new bamboo
Cutting board, dressed like sushi
For a painted mouth of financial success--
Because I was sappy--
I traded a root for a fig & let my love
Be a watercolor of unicorns drowning American G.I.'s on coral reefs:
Not a single blade of paper
Would spring from the earth's surface
To branch out and flower into a bruised violin
Scratching out from its own given dirt a luxurious itch.
Because I love you the table of sharked art
And the putrid lamplight of the heart
Feel sorry for me.
A fist is a flower too
And smacking unfolds like rude lips in hunger.
The day unclenches its bottom
And blossoms into an extended palm
Of dirt road I have the pleasure
Of maybe taking.