Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

i am having a bummer moment, so i wrote this to get it off my chest

It seems as though the job or
the heart is to weigh heavy
on the footstools of the knees.
They knock and are unsteady,

kind of, because they're somehow pointing
in opposite directions, duckfooted.
The heart is a too-heavy dumbwaiter
and swears clumsily because it just drops.

To sigh means the branches of the day
are finally streching, but to which end--
when orange juice filled the morning's glass
or the blue paisly bed spread?

To beat hard against the chest is the heart's dream,
though the body buckles like an unlikely rickshaw.


Vanessa Rogers said...

I am sorry you were having a bummer moment. Hopefully the writing helped. :)

Reading the District said...

thanks vanessa! how're you and kyle doing???