Archive for May, 2010
Said the tree to the squirrel
Said the tree to the squirrel
By Marie Gordon
If I feed you for life
Will you be my squirrel
Will you scamper over me
And entertain
If I nourish your games
Will you let me watch
Or stand in for a picture
And be your friend
If I give you a home
Will you be my squirrel
That scratches and climbs my trunk
That calls me home
If I give you my limbs
And I feed you too
Will you etch into my veins
A greedy sign
If I give you all this
Will you warm my limbs
Will you embrace me with paws
And be my squirrel
The ever-moon
The ever-moon
by Marie Gordon
It’s 3am at night
I’m ticking half awake
You’re in the foggy grey
That’s clouding my contacts
In my empty beer can
Over the piling trash
My eyes fall comatose
On the remnants of you
You are the night that seeps
And hollows out my brain
You are the one that doused
My giving with your greed
Bring back the rainy days
The sun that dully shines
The drizzling heart that kept
Its tenderness on hand
Fade out, fade out cruel moon
That purples arid eyes
And blood lets bulging hearts
Like rising red balloons
You’ve drizzled my goodbyes
Into my pink sclera
You’ve got your pound of flesh
It’s time to pack your camp
The happy campers
by Marie Gordon
Little bugs in my brain
Make antsy thoughts
They twirl tiny batons
Like a giggling campus
Little bugs leave this brain
Shiver and twitch
Until your chants subside
So I can rest my hands
They sing melodic tunes
And play their horns
Shaking spongy tissue
Inside my jell-o brain
Pack up and scamper out
You pesky fools
Who twist and gobble thoughts
And flint nap thorns from seeds
They have set their campground
Built a fire pit
And roasted marshmallows
Until my brain explodes
And my heated brain melts
Solidifies
Until they roast again
On my amygdala