Monday, April 25, 2011

Poems de Terres

“Cinnamon, curry, tangerines”.
The best line I ever wrote.
Because you can taste it.
And smell it in the air.
I can make of you a King
In my dreams but somehow
I can never rise above
Lady in Waiting.
Every day, there’s a riot
And a party in my mind
Especially when nothing
Real is of interest.
Are any animals androgynous?
That is what I want to be.
Sexless, free, with no fences.
And then, I see his hands.
This world! This world!
This fucking nasty world!
Where the pigs rule
And children starve.
I should be marching.
I should be screaming.
I should be demanding justice.
Not writing bad poems again.

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