Selected Poems

Ma took advantage of my presence this weekend and told me to sort through my junk. Amongst the birthday cards and photographs and school papers, I came across a few old poems, from the year that JD and I slammed almost every day.

Friends
I met a scraggly goose yesterday
it asked to be my friend
I tucked it up under my arm
and we were together until the end.
8-9-08

The old sock
I gave you my old sock
to wipe away the tears
to get over the year

You dabbed your nose
and said "dear friend
is this really the end?"
I brought you tea
I brought you soup
again another verbal loop
dear friend
dear friend
can this really be
the end
8-2-08

Superman
It's time to go
but I wanna move slow
I want to drag this moment on

I'll take a double scoop of superman
To the shore of Lake Michigan
Watch the blue green waves crash wildly
This is where I want to be

But it won't last because
Superman melts so damn fast

Poison Ivy
I'm itchy everywhere
but really I don't care
'cause the airs so sweet
and the cricket's song
won't last long
summer's
almost
gone.

Highway
concrete speed
white dash dash dash dash dash
signs read Jesus John 3:3
160 miles to cincinati
148 miles to cincinatti 150 miles to cincinatti
dash dash dash concrete concrete
I have lost my creativity the highway
has sucked it from me
i see only sterile ruins of what was once great and beautiful
but is now trash on the side of the road
void of spirit or character
Where am I? Who am I? What am I? What have we become? Why have we made life into such an inorganic jungle of cold fear desperation hollowness? Why have we destroyed what we were given and created a jail?
A mental physical jail where we have all become strangers. We are foreigners in our own land
we dont know where we came from we dont know where we are going
but we just keep going and going and going will the highway ever end? it won't because we will continue to build it faster than we can drive
faster than the fast food we eat along the way