November 20, 2009

Poetry

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Blanchisseuse, Trinidad

Blanchisseuse, Trinidad

Hurricane Bahia

I am a raging catastrophe

with no socks on.

If I could conjure a free box of Chinese carryout

and some sweet iced tea

evolution would whirl extinct by perfection

I am tired

of my own hot air

Poems never feed a stomach

and I am doubting my ability to fill souls

I have blown off friends

destroyed bank accounts

and I’m still gathering speed

there is no sense

to my hatred of logic and potato wedges

My tantrum against reality

Pray for the moon to slip out of its groove

and push me to some third world shore

Where it’s cool to be happy and poor

Where people have babies and stray dogs

‘no stress’

Where it’s easy to be a natural disaster

half dressed.

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