a giraffe with the a neck so long it went thru the clouds to the moon
because i would sit on it's head
and fish for meteors
what would i eat?
starflys and atmosphere
i wouldn't cry
because my tears would freeze
and fall like comets
on the earth
and the sky would be empty, then
for miles
my giraffe would fall without the ground
and i would be alone on the moon
who would hear me if i yelled to go home?
a passerby asteroid?
a spaceship?
an alien hand waves
says,
"goin my way?"
he would offer me shipwrecks and trees
butterscotch and socks
a teal sea
a book to read
vivaldi
os swiss cheese
or all the things that humans loved
to see new things
and different worlds
to speak in all the exotic tongues of gods,
but i would stay
with the moon
somedays
i would wonder weather
i should have left
with the martian
somedays i would try to think
of everything i knew about russia
i would begin to forget the names
of cities, and plays, and friends
i made
and my heart would slow
the sun comes
and goes
and my breath would dry
and stick on my mouth
and in my nose
sun come
sun go
i think last
of you
here
the last kiss breath
on my ear
in the night
by my car
when the air cooled
in the wind
under moon
over me
under you
i think last
of this...
goodnight, moon
Showing posts with label allegory. Show all posts
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Friday, August 29, 2008
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ms. lazarus
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

it has been a long time since i have read this inscription, and i have never met the Statue of Liberty. but i read this today and it made me cry.
sometimes i just feel like this whole world is awful, sometimes i hate americans, and i always hate where we have stood in the global community for the past eight years...
i get so close to losing all my faith in humanity, and yet the slightest thing can bring it back.
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

it has been a long time since i have read this inscription, and i have never met the Statue of Liberty. but i read this today and it made me cry.
sometimes i just feel like this whole world is awful, sometimes i hate americans, and i always hate where we have stood in the global community for the past eight years...
i get so close to losing all my faith in humanity, and yet the slightest thing can bring it back.
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