(2013)
Poem about the increasingly pluralistic American political system.
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A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent