filaments, lodged in between
sweet careen
sea grasses, sway your thoughts
virtuous green
crushing petals just to get the scent
cracking bones in the main event
resist just ‘cuz it tempts you
you think it must be wrong
filling gaps, lodged in between
wipe it clean
sunglasses, light up your sight
so you can’t see
potpourri
bones
You Stay
reaching for the crown
but the glass has cracked
and the leaves fall down
tryin’ to reach the fruit
but the birds have come
or they’re spoiled with worms
and when you lift your arms
you feel the bones
grate inside
when you lift the blue
your stomach turns
become aware
run away
she tells you to run away
she tells you to run away
and you stay
it’s mis’rable you know
but you turn your eyes
back to your mind
every road that’s paved
you deny
go back to the trees
that you can hear
whisper back
sleeping on the needles
and the pine cones
scratch your back
if you run away
when you need to
run away
if you run away
don’t come back
Copyright L.M. 2008. (written May 17th, 2008.).
Slate Grays
my hands are dry and rough from working
my eyes are small and used to squinting
my stature average, verging on petite
I have thin skin and veiny feet
my complexion’s poor, my tone is pale
genes say my bones will be quite frail
I have no nails as they are weak
my voice is too high when I speak
my mother thinks my hair’s too long
I think all compliments are wrong
I’m a sceptic, sometimes too much so
though I try to be fair to friend and foe
my opinions strong, my manner shy
in public you’ll never see me cry
in private I keep emotions tame
my anxiety has that cause to blame
I hate to shop, but buy a lot
no place could ever be too hot
I dislike snow, I dislike cold
I’m terrified of getting old
I have good friends who understand
I’m always later than I plan
I’m sensitive, and feel more pain
than I let off, or care to explain
I never intentionally drink alcohol
and for this, flunk social protocol
I dislike freckles, and have a bunch
I bend, I slouch, I slump, I hunch
I get depressed but never treat
I just stay up late and never eat
somehow, I’ve seemed to manage this wreck
to keep my addictive tendency in check
though these faults I easily admit
I’d like to think there’s some good to it
I’ll never regret the time departed
for when I love, I love whole-hearted
Copyright L.M. 2008.
Patria
patria, patria, call her along
she sings and praises with whims from afar
show her the innocents, the children she’s wronged
and show her the bones in her chariot car
patria, patria, senseless and mute
scuffling limestone with each tender sole
assuming a call would raise arms to this brute
who shovels up parts of who used to be whole
patria, patria, open your eyes
don’t close your lids as you let your heads bow
the deceitful “Integrity” dons a disguise
o patriotas, how could you dance now?
Copyright L.M. 2007. (inspired by “Political Prison in Cuba” by José Martí, 1871).
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