February 22, 2015
The Idea of You and I
Who am I for you to see?
Through the net of experience,
something you may disagree,
or find in transcendence.
(Paranoia in its prominent stage.)
My brain in deconstruction;
a mode electrifying my fingertips.
Better for the greater reproduction
for the speech that doesn’t escape my lips.
He’s lookin’ at me up and down,
Summin’ me up to be his wife,
Fillin’ the gaps, considering where his world ain’t round—
But right now? I ain’t nobody’s life.
Now one plus one...
February 11, 2015
The idea of intelligence is a construct,
a concept the society and culture weighs.
Ironic views for these iconic shoes,
takin’ me high and low of where I need to be.
It follows us, telling us
who we are, how we are,
dictating how it all depends
on the surrounding nature.
It’s like fightin’ with the trees
Losin’ your sap
For somethin’ unbreakable.
It’s like treading in the water.
You better swim the whole way,
Or not get in the water to begin with.
October 20, 2014
In memory of the winter in 2011.
Prelude of Reading, Sleeping, and the Digestion of the Seasons
The summer was memorable.
Fishin’ in the river with green grass to feed.
The bait of the earth, on the edge of the hook.
We caught butterflies and poetry,
reading on the edge of the bank.
Waiting for our next bite,
I dug my bare toes into the dirt,
feeling the earth beneath my skin.
I reminisce on past advice from my father.
“What’s a man if he ain’t got no head to think with?”
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