Let’s Watch the Waves
Do you suppose,
as the tern drifts upon a current’s flow,
that he resents
the maple’s power to make wind relent?
What of the tree?
While watching wings slash through clouds, does she
turn red with rage?
Do her roots beat hard at their earthen cage?
Let’s watch the waves
sojourn to the shore. A barter is made:
seaweed for stones.
The water ignores the pier’s creaks and moans—
Perhaps our answers streak the sunset sky
where colors dance to songbirds’ choral cries.
it is the beast’s nature
to claw from it’s mother’s womb
and thrust shrieking venomous daggers
into the hearts and timpanic membranes
of its sickly, underfed littermates
mama sees him for the runt he is
stomps him into the greying mud
and digs her cloven hoof into one eye:
a loving triple batch of shit and mud and blood
smeared on her leather catsuit and stiletto heels
don’t let ‘em fool you, little one;
you’ve got all the depth perception you need
Everywhere I go
to find solace
in silence explodes
with your booming
my ears bleed,
I know that
once you’re asleep,
the whole world
will awaken to
quiet kaleidoscopic thunder
seven cracked bowls.
with rough, choppy tides—
hard wind blows my hair
Life’s a game
that plays you.
Spin the wheel
the last space
Since you’re here,
you should try
to have fun.
Fill your car
with pink or
double knotted shoelaces
bound our feet in the beat up sneakers we wore
during exhausting, sweaty summer walks—
too tight, we had little room to wiggle our toes
the wince of pain and halfhearted fear on your face
when I went barefoot burned with concern:
the perils of cut feet and a promise of blisters
ballooning with clear fluid beneath the skin
the streets were rough and scorching hot, oh yes!
and the cool, shaded grass hid pointy twigs and pebbles—
but a dip in a quiet lake washed away the clinging sand
from the beach one soft yellow-blue morning