Archive for December 2012

in my revenge daydream
You write an essay to the teacher about how wrong it is to be wrong and how doubly wrong it is to wrong someone like me and for your third point you challenge Buddha to be more enlightened than you are since you learned you were wrong

in my revenge daydream
You have crumpled to your knees on the far edge of the field you were fleeing across to be free of the look in my eyes – there is grass in your hair and a growing pool of mud beneath your eyes

in my revenge daydream
I had a fist cocked and a boot in tow just so I could hurt you and oh how I wanted to until a far away scream caused us both to be the same

I just had that rush
That spine prickle-tickle
That waft from the muse garden

I don’t know what to say with it except
I am delighted
I am hopeful
I am inspired
so come close
and listen to me dream

The world has forgotten
how to disdain
the person I am
the person you are
the person in the belly
the person in the sky

we each we all

None belongs under a boot
or under a trash compactor lid
or in the mouth of a rodent
or picked at by carrion
or lost within landfills

Power is no longer
strength to crush
to lift

Its no game today
and we forgot we ever
saw it that way