poem a day/1

10 janvier 2010

water would freeze in this room

write out directions with a spoon
carve curves of letters into
the soft places of the brain where
hearts once walked

one line funny jokes of all
your lovers, messages
as for me
i cannot run as fast as you
an asthma, some crutch, wont let me keep up

go on and clean up your
cold room
barefeet on the knots
both flat from years of wear
laugh and command like sisters
what the fuck are we doing
keep laughing
the nerves sneek out like
butterflies from cocoons
(beautiful release)
why is flight destiny?
it is innate to leave
whether or not you plan on returning
the path is made by walking
directions through air must be given
by someone with experience
yet on the ground its the sound
of your own heart pumping its way around the stumps
and layered wet leaves fallen
don't let gravity pull you down like that
my sisters

walk to understand
scrapes scars burns and callouses
strengthen the tissue
and provide the "i know what you mean"
and so the heart softens the mind space

that when you burst and fly
because to go and do is hardwired destiny
i know you know we have been walking
revealing directions with
spoons
the carves of curves of letters

spell love, yeah i love you mujer