Bumper Stickers

“Fuck off,
We’re full!”
Reads the bumper sticker,
The Stars and Bars there too

Built Ford tough,
Here in
Miles,
And miles of

wide

open

space,

Middle of nowhere,

USA.

8/2/2018
 

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Homeostasis

I want to
climb you
–a tree,

Feel
your branches
Sprouted,
Under me,

Feel
the pulse
of nature,
Inhale the scent
Of your animal skin,

Feel
the texture
of your organic shape,

Sense
the shifts
in your equilibrium,

As you are shaped
And shifted,
To reach
Homeostasis;

In symbiosis,
With me

Cloud

I wrote a poem
And thought it great,
Then on the cloud
It did float away.

8/2/18

Seconds

I
Don't want to be
Received
as
second rate,
A test,
A replay
Of all the other
women
laid.

I won't.

8/2/2018

Clock Pieces

Well oiled,
Never seeing,
The ties that bind,
The tightly fitted cogs
That tick,
Tock,
Set in motion

A clock face never sees
Its own mechanics,
The screws,
wheels,
Springs,
Never outside
the finished product

But, they are all
valuable,
And of purpose,
independently

Until
Fitted in,
By a
hand,
Each piece
loses
independence,
and independent value;

Interconnected,
but seperated
from the other,
Each dependent on
maintained
function of
the "clock",
To thus do a job
of the machine,

for the hand.

8/3/2018

A Box

In a box.

Voices yell.

Voices yell to everyone
outside,
That they do not
See the box;

That they do not see
Mad persons in the box,

That they do not see
Persons trapped in the box.

That they do not see
Persons.

8/3/2018

Dare Not Imagine

The system we dare not imagine,
Too abhorable,
too inhuman to believe,
Encircles all
our present bodies.

8/3/2018