3 posts tagged “poetry”
This soundtrack of
Water running down
Tempered glass
Has a hypnotizing
Rhythm that
Slows the beat
Of my New York
Heart enough to
Black out a
City block of
Synapses.
When street lights
Blink yellow
And department stores
Can't ring the
Next sale,
My city sleeps.
It's then
I peel back asphalt
Like a bitter rind
To expose the
Moist soil
And bite into
Nature.
Sweet juice cascades
From my pale, dry lips.
In a downpour of
Tranquility, a flock of
Five egrets join me,
undisturbed by the
Falling rain.
They forage through
Puddles and loose soil.
Orange beaks
Curve down
Like a long, thin
Snaggle tooth
For finding sustenance.
They feed their bodies.
I nourish my soul.
I want so surrender
To this simple life.
I want a Henry cabin
on a Walden pond
Where I can
Drink the rain
And enjoy every
Beat of my heart
Before it stops.
I want to know
My city song
Has a bridge to a
Chorus with the earth
Where I will one day
Retire smiling
Because I'll finally
Have come home.
I can't relate
To political debates
And concerns about
The economy
Because in my mind
There's an entire nation
Of thoughts,
Dense cities of conflict
That reside in
51 states of confusion
With delegates arguing
In a congress of
Concentric circles
Round and round
And round.
How can I care
About conflicts in
Conservative Muslim
Countries when
My thoughts can't escape
The gravity of
Me?
Like an earth,
Red magma flows
In my viens
And creates
A pull much
Greater than 9.8.
And that's why
You can't relate
To my selfish needs.
You're not living
In my atmosphere.
You don't orbit
My world.
But I'm thinking
Of starting a
Space program,
a National Agency
of Special Attention
Whose job it is
To find your
M-class planet.
Now, if only Congress
Could approve a
Budget.
Like two long distance
Runners we held on
To the end
Filled with
The numbing feeling
Of love's adrenalin.
You never felt
The first false step,
But I knew.
I was short of breath
And you were too.
But we kept lacing
Our shoes
Every morning
And night,
As each step
Frayed our shoestrings
And wore our souls.
Love eased
The pain of our
Condition
So we kept running
On our mission
To deliver the message.
Up pathless mountains,
Down jagged slopes,
Our conviction
Carried us until
Bruised bodies
And blistered feet
Could stand no more.
Crippled, we sat
Side by side,
The passion and life
Gone from
Body and mind.
Now our charge
Will never be complete,
To deliver this message
I dropped between
Our feet
That reads:
Love conquers all.