Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
No Death
PLEASE PLAY:
i ran
you stayed behind
i cried
you stare and wondered why
i climbed
you remain below
i am alone
selfish thoughts
NO
i am alive
you decided to die
i am born again
you were drowned
in the holy river
NO
when will the bow break?
when will the water rise
to reach over the damn?
time to die in your arms?
NO
i am Harrisburg
i am pure in heart
though i sin i live without regret
i will die anyway
Legion
all of you
and you
and you
and you
and you
leave me alone.
dead bird flying
crashing into open air
crumbling down into glistening oil tarred street
shaking uncontrollably
till hummer zoomed right over it.
i find myself living another day
to do art.
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