Peace
Today I was struck
By the cries of our children
So I blocked my ears.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014
Something Like a Suburb
Fragments of a cracked mirror
Shine light on the murky underside
Showing nothing by satisfied stagnation.
Artificial nails trapped beneath the soil
Planted like seeds of paranoia
Fertilized by a community of clowns.
Hardworking husbands stand ten feet tall,
Treating their wives like servants girls,
Training their sons like monkey boys.
Neighbourhoods filled with porcelain smiles,
Dangling small carrots in front of smaller minds,
Denying real dreams in exchange for petty rewards.
Memorizing lines from our private plays,
Good mornings and how are yous,
Good nights and sweet dreams.
May 13, 2014
Hungry Girl
Girl sings silly songs from the dirt-pressed bleachers,
Clenched fists pulling up against split ends,
Dirty nails digging into flesh like an icepick.
Watches the boys playing their “ball” games,
captivated by their taut forms,
So much so like Zeus made mortal.
Made accessible and touchable,
Kissable and fuckable.
Her gaze shifts across to
Their steady shoulders,
Their lips and hips.
Take me, take me, she would scream and shout
In her unripe, green mind.
She isn’t fast enough,
Not willing enough
To sprawl herself out
On the oft-grazed pastures
Where the other birds played.
She never got her feed,
Her fill,
Her treat.
Just a calf sucking on half a teat.
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