Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Dam
"Why do you bring your mistakes here?" -elderly Ghanaian woman to journalist Joan Baxter
Dam
Sunlight soil and water,
the Hank Aaron (former) homerun king sandwich.
Former: cocktailed from history's highball of fame,
left out wind-twisted in late-night Chubby Checker marathons,
an asterisk's footnote.
Could be worse:
Harder to be a fish,
whose life beats odds of exponential shrinkage
and just before the life-dream's achieved
she hits the wall.
Her estrogen-laden piscine brain's last thought:
W-T-F?!
Her mercury diet betrayed
with a concrete kiss.
Formerly: One in ten million spawn,
the (parallel universe) Pete Rose payoff.
The plants are the lucky ones.
Dam
Sunlight soil and water,
the Hank Aaron (former) homerun king sandwich.
Former: cocktailed from history's highball of fame,
left out wind-twisted in late-night Chubby Checker marathons,
an asterisk's footnote.
Could be worse:
Harder to be a fish,
whose life beats odds of exponential shrinkage
and just before the life-dream's achieved
she hits the wall.
Her estrogen-laden piscine brain's last thought:
W-T-F?!
Her mercury diet betrayed
with a concrete kiss.
Formerly: One in ten million spawn,
the (parallel universe) Pete Rose payoff.
The plants are the lucky ones.
Labels: 2009, non-fiction, philosophy, Poetry
