sweep me in
for I track madness
breathe cold damp winds
down miserable backbones
past thoughts
hail dance
across your rooftop
souls scatter
am I not war?
This is a work in progress, but I had to get it out before I lost what I was thinking about…
We Are Not All Mexican
Every day I see the men sitting
waiting
their eyes ever hopeful
search mine for cash resurrection
as my truck rolls on by
the empty lots in Suffern
At home the wives/girlfriends
seek out homes to clean
by word of mouth
their children
meet my children
in school
The women
desperate for a voice come to family planning
I hear stories of Guatemala, Ecuador, Mexico
El Salvador
children left behind
with mothers, grandmothers, and mother in laws
They gave up so much to come here
did they know it was going to be like this?
Is the $ worth the loss?
How would I even know?
People seeking to change their lives
and we judge over language-I mean color
We are ignorant
They are brave
They are ignorant
We are brave
Words that divide and judge
when we should really just understand
the human-ness in the experiences we all participate in.
Also, I would like to add, I wrote one poem with the word vagina in it…..can you believe the amount of visitors I get for vagina! Unbelievable. I should use penis next time…only why?
I tried, I really really tried the NAPOWRIMO and well…..between Passover, Easter, unexpected guests, more guests, and getting ill I just couldn’t produce the poetry. I have a couple written on *gasp* paper-but they didn’t get to here. And well, the more I look at something I’ve written the more I hate it. Thats why I write and post fast w/o looking back. Otherwise I would’ve given up a long time ago!
Between visitors and Passover I’ve had no time to post a poem. I think I’ll post a few today to cover me for the few days I could not get to the computer….
- Methaphors for Addiction
old flames
linger like
the taste of onions
even after
my teeth are brushed
I sit and wonder the list is long
1st grade kiss under the cypress tree
fast forward to the same school
a boyfriend who brings beer
on a bicycle date in the woods
giant black snakes fall from towering trees
the forest creeps up to the road that we sit on
destroyed asphalt crumbles underneath our bare legs
he becomes my first true un-love
a soul tormented by demons
the list of his faults could go on
how many metaphors are there
for addiction anyway?
berber rugs
highway trucks roar throughtout the night
mice wonder in and out with a wary eye for felines
you spend your days mocking
as parasitic demons thirst
in the only way they know how
we sent ourselves down here
to sleep in the suburbs
a feast of lady slippers and daffodils
amidst a simmer of lives
instead we ate scat that our neighbors offered as good will
rotten dead corpse of a mostly eaten animal
fur partially visible
shrunken dehydrated body missing teeth
and a half of a head
animal forensics not being my forte
I could not identify the body
even with hairs attached
to the delight of the children
I was able to detect
footprints of opossum, raccoon, toddler
to and fro waters edge
amidst the constant green scat of canadian geese
and chocolate offerings of deer
we hop scotched our way
smelling rotten flesh
and pond scum
teenaged cigarette butts litter the sand
we can’t wait for summer to start
when the lake is chlorine clean
and cottonmouths roam free
