Trod lightly.
One misstep,
BOOM.
Gone.
That familiar tingle hits
your foot,
a slight pressure,
you’re finished.
It sneaks up on you,
this knowledge of
what’s to come.
You feel the Nazi army
of goose flesh
march up your neck.
No place to step
except down
on the loaded air.
Your heart will stutter.
You’ll forget to breathe.
Sweat dive bombs your senses.
You measure each slight tick
of your quivering muscles.
No choice.
You’ll step on it.
Bracing for the explosion won’t help.
You’ll convulse with startled realization.
Damn bubble wrap.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Existence=zero
I exist
in a time of political change.
In a time when the presidential hopefuls
broadcast between the
sports and school shootings.
When the winner is announced,
we will know who shot
the winning free throw,
and who will now
rule the country.
I exist
in a time when what we wear,
dictates where we stand.
How high your heels,
how low the rise of your jeans,
that’s where you rank
in the hierarchy of
cloth-headed ignorance,
and fashion week mania.
I exist
in a time where everything is
low carb
low fat
low sodium
low flavor.
In a time when I constantly day dream
of selling my kidneys
for a doughnut.
I exist
in a time when women work out,
starving
striving
for that perfect body,
emaciated,
like the stars on the silver screen.
Size double zero is fat these days,
and fat equals exile.
I exist
in a time of superficiality.
People only see what’s on the outside,
outer beauty means more
than the inner workings
of a human mind.
We’ve become desensitized
to violence,
to politics,
and to the very thought
of being kind
to those who are unkind.
If only we could accomplish more
than mere existence.
We could change
the world.
in a time of political change.
In a time when the presidential hopefuls
broadcast between the
sports and school shootings.
When the winner is announced,
we will know who shot
the winning free throw,
and who will now
rule the country.
I exist
in a time when what we wear,
dictates where we stand.
How high your heels,
how low the rise of your jeans,
that’s where you rank
in the hierarchy of
cloth-headed ignorance,
and fashion week mania.
I exist
in a time where everything is
low carb
low fat
low sodium
low flavor.
In a time when I constantly day dream
of selling my kidneys
for a doughnut.
I exist
in a time when women work out,
starving
striving
for that perfect body,
emaciated,
like the stars on the silver screen.
Size double zero is fat these days,
and fat equals exile.
I exist
in a time of superficiality.
People only see what’s on the outside,
outer beauty means more
than the inner workings
of a human mind.
We’ve become desensitized
to violence,
to politics,
and to the very thought
of being kind
to those who are unkind.
If only we could accomplish more
than mere existence.
We could change
the world.
Crince Pharming
Take Care.
The last sexy boy did things
hot
sexy
new
to me.
But in the future,
bed his friend.
Because you have to shop around
to find
Prince Charming.
The last sexy boy did things
hot
sexy
new
to me.
But in the future,
bed his friend.
Because you have to shop around
to find
Prince Charming.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
1. Artist statement
This is my final portfolio for Forms of Poetry for the Spring of 2009. Please, feel free to comment. All comments are appreciated, as long as they are constructive and not rude. Posting my work this way offers two benefits. First, I'm saving trees, which is always fun. Second, I can get more feedback that just what I would hear in class. Thanks for your time.
AJ
AJ
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