Saturday, January 6, 2018

richard's duality and the sunflower (2006 throwbacks).

I found my old high school blog. It's embarrassingly bad, but I need to archive all that badness someplace. So here goes:


richard's duality
shackle upon shackle
trading sweet, honey whispers
for ball and chain;
for illiterate moments;
for bitter but sweet
coffeecake kisses.
he’ll break you if he can,
from the walk
to the dress
to the sidewalk
until there’s sick in your hands
and your mouth and your hair.

day after day
pricing marketplace smiles
worth two dollars;
worth ten;
worth only what the
courting fools will pay.
they’ll bargain if they can,
from the door
to the street
to the vendor,
and when there’s nothing left to buy,
go home to their wives.


the sunflower.
there’s a sunflower dying
by the side of the road.
i watched it wither.
it was mighty at first
with radiant golden petals
but soon it browned with age.
neck stretching to the sky,
and face upturned towards the sun,
it was absorbent,
but didn't hold its tears.
faded, it falls –
crippled and worthless
as the season wears on.
i water it with saline,
fingers crossed,
fertilizing it with the blood
from my own two hands.
but still, it dies.

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