Politics? Overly-gymed bros? Maybe Christians?
“Criminals”
What if every person –
every single criminal on
this beautiful planet –
every thick Republican,
every murderer,
every pedophile –
is the image and likeness
of life,
this beautiful monstrous
planet eating itself to
survive,
these beautiful heinous
humans its chief
priests
loading the next sacrifice?
“Victory”
“Stand back, stand by”
I am about to know
I have loam and rock for a back
and blue-grey sky for a head
honor an orange sun yellow
and gaze purple into ink
rest in love
as I have done all these years,
wake to heartbeats
and sleep with all sighs.
Then
when unripe Boys rape in dirt
and shoot dark;
masturbate dry pricks
blood-smear voided genitals
kill this body
gorge on dull meat
eat our kind
burn our memory;
then
my arms Earth and Sky
my companion-Sun
my love this man
envelop me
pierce this hell
carry me home.
“To Steve the GymBoy: A Comment”
Yes.
You are strong.
A young blade of grass
standing up so tall and beautiful,
wide against your slender brothers,
a green I have not seen
proud in my envious buggy gaze.
You battled the breeze
and eagerly withstood all the mist
nature could throw at you.
After such fury,
more sure of yourself,
bro,
you flashed tall among those like you,
proud once more,
cocky.
But look up, too, if you dare,
and see the tree
that held your ground together
no longer tall beyond all others
but uprooted, dead on its side.
Ask yourself then,
little wide blade of grass,
if survival is simply another way of saying
you haven’t seen anything yet.
Back to Poems.
Exceptional. Feels like I AM walking inside your head – visuals and imagery swirling around…wondering…wondering…taking it all in and loving all the different emotions that are sparked. Thank you for opening the door!
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