I am poverty
I am disease
I am hunger
I am thirst
I am impotent
I am profuse
I am famine
I am drought
I am hay
I am straw
I am rag
I am unproportioned
I am a curse
I am a catastrophe
I am a destitute
I am a vacancy
BUT I am a miracle
Because I survive
I live without any black,
yellow or white
Sunday, November 1, 2009
A This and A That
A tide that rattles and hisses and snores
A wave that benumbs the silence of the shore
A road that calls and ferries big and small
A highway that falls and robs many of all
A girl and a boy too young to be coy
a man and a woman too old to deify
A pencil that sharpens a poets wits
A pen that sings and feathers the hits
A hammer that sings and flattens the bump
A gong that sounds and soothes the grizzly lump
A game of hide and seek when chased in the sun
a game of snakes and ladders when reaching for the bacon
a this and a that
a cap and a hat
chapped lips, cracked heels
Thats all for the show.
A wave that benumbs the silence of the shore
A road that calls and ferries big and small
A highway that falls and robs many of all
A girl and a boy too young to be coy
a man and a woman too old to deify
A pencil that sharpens a poets wits
A pen that sings and feathers the hits
A hammer that sings and flattens the bump
A gong that sounds and soothes the grizzly lump
A game of hide and seek when chased in the sun
a game of snakes and ladders when reaching for the bacon
a this and a that
a cap and a hat
chapped lips, cracked heels
Thats all for the show.
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