intrepid wanderlust underbelly bridge-be-gone hollowsea, dry sea
no sea,
ever.
why even mention sea?
mossy granite fever rush
massive love story drip
runnels of "whoa" hillside
whispers behind, walk into silencequotient patient worn husky
step into new zone of whisper
this is the south zone, boys.
these are hungry people
these are hungry people
these are hungry people
and they are not going to work as a mariachi band
and they are waiting for food that was served three hours ago
but the people serving them food forgot about serving food three hours ago.
yet they still wait
because these are hungry people
without the will to leave
just the will to waitand you have just enough will to wave
and say, "you must go home,
these people forgot about you.
And We will soon forget about them."
We will feed ourselves. Come with me.
To my parents' house.
They always have cheese.
i love reading a discovery poem which is what this feels like.
ReplyDeletei also love how your poems are rid of fat. they move with heavy feet but they almost always have smiles.
nice short lines and line breaks.