Have you ever seen a flower weed grow?
It may have been a particularly warm summer- that year,
or possibly a gloomy, rainy one.
But the flowers, they continue to grow.
We cut them down and try to flush them out,
but their perseverance continues to sprout.
Not even the wrath of man can stop,
the beautiful bloom from coming out.
Capote
I saw a coat rack in a college classroom today,
“What a silly thing to put in” I say.
Don’t you know the students won’t budge?
They say it’s easier to drape your coat,
onto a seat.
And if it falls or- if it is forgotten,
Well that’s a punishment they graciously keep.
The discomfort-
To get up and hang a coat.
Meets the same criteria,
When someone goes to vote.
Kenya, Africa
I went back to smashing the incarcerated macadamia nut with my carefully picked tool.
Mwamba, the rock.
The scientific method of trial and error brought me to this conclusion:
Step 1: I started with throwing the nuts against the floor.
Result: absolutely nothing happened.
Step 2: I tried cutting the shell with the biggest knife I could find.
Result: no luck.
Step 3: I grabbed a cooking pan in hopes of breaking the shell.
Result: The only thing that broke was the pan.
It fell to the floor and the handle remained in my hand.
I scanned the nut but it was upsettingly intact.
The kitchen counter was the one with a crack.
Step 4: Go outside, these nuts are dangerous.
Result: I found a rock.
Come,
“Kuja” Shannon “Kuja”
the tiny bare feet stomped against the linoleum floor
his hand grabbed the door frame and he carefully waddled down the steps.
Shannon hugged my thigh and I got to catch a glimpse of his ethereal eyes
“here Shannon, try it, it’s a sweet, its nzuri.
He shook his head and pressed his lips together. “mmmm- no.”
“Shannon, nzuri, its good.” I smiled.
Then proceeded to roll my eyes, and eat the raw macadamia nut in front of him.
Yellow
on a slush disturbed day
the Mountain-Dew bottle hurled buoyantly but flawlessly
towards the intersection of Niagara Falls Blvd.
boastfully rolling courageously towards the broth colored Toyota Sienna.
you could almost see a tear come down my eye
as I watched the carcass catapult backwards, back towards the sidewalk.
I witnessed the recyclable tip, gently kiss the back tire.
but lawful scientific rejection
discarded the plastic into a different lane
called oncoming traffic.
Peer Review
Deserting the deserving
Guilt has fallen on me.
To mend the broken grains
God please send the rain.
Myopia my Utopia
See near- see close- see two
But distance, oh so fleeting
There once was me and you
Eclectic Dejection
She folded her hands together and brought them towards her head. So that when you look straight, directly at her, you cannot see a part of her face.
In an instant, the problem you formulated in your brain drizzles down your cheek, and disappears in the abyss of your own laughter;
at your professor, who is without a nose.
Bovine Alchemy
Dear Suzie B.
You complete: she
Bash your chain
into the dusty grave.
Cast your vote
before the self, gloats.
He called you indecent,
she called you the free-aunt.
With your candy filled Alligator bag
thrown against your back like a hag,
ride off on your white horse.
City to city its strength grows.
Living
a tinker once tapped into a clock so deep
a knock and a click- tic. tic. tic.
stealthy hands they reached for the end-
only to begin again
his feet unwind and ring on time
they tap at the step of a heart and a beat
always expecting another face to breathe
maybe today, he will wake.
but he slept-
with the pattern of time in his head
Gypsy
Twinkle toes
boats with doe’s
happy feet
watching the city below me weep
flocks of cars
I’m only impressed with transportation to mars
tripping to Venus
inside a forensic Mercedes with a group of hippies