This is a new song to you.
Per your request, this
shall be my RSVP.
I know you. You know
more than that; you
know how I know.
And I didn't let my eyes
descend from the desk,
though I did glance down.
When you whispered in
my ear an unheard thing--
you had me then.
All I wanted to have was
a fast, mad dance with
magic and air.
But you don't care for
quick tricks, for kicks.
You crave me.
Me moves slow, and so
I'll slow to my own pace
to go toward you.
So yes, I shall be
in attendance at your feast.
Could you send an escort?
Please?
Labels: Drew
11/22/2007 09:56:00 PM
We multiply our genes
so you can credify your ballot
The blister only seems sinister
because the medical report
is not evidence
We down here are not no reason
No –
You can be bribed to believe we are important
The artificial snack food preservative powder
tastes the same as your tee are sea
Yet alone we stand alone
on high and touch the standard meaningless preposterous
allegations that your homogenized languages suggest
with your
determinations and your
recognitions and your
affirmations,
the interpreter is less coherent than the one whose bright foreign cries fade into the naught of ignorance and translation’s loss
Yet we down here see to it that your native tongues are watered fed and nurtured
While you up there tread the night skies mightily
and shred the ever wondering boxed-in curious
My stilts cannot see to it
that your bravery lives in no more than an air conditioned room
that you wear a suit and spread marmalade on toast in an air conditioned room
With domesticated pets and clicky pens
Ninety nine shadows hid in the dark dungeon den
Found.
Labels: Dalia
11/03/2007 07:54:00 AM