Aug. 3, 2013

Grandma's Garden

by Brandon Green (author's profile)

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*GRANDMAS GARDEN* 06-09-2013

THE WORLD AND WE IN IT LIKE SCALES
TIPPED THIS WAY, THAT WAY BY EVERYBODY ELSE
ITS A WAR. THE FRONT INSIDE
SOME OF US OVERTAKEN, PLUNDERED. SOLO WE
DIE
FACE PRESSES FLAT ON SUPERMAX CEMENT
I CRIED FOR THE END OF THIS SLOW, SAD DEATH
MY, POEMS STACKED, COPIED, SENT OFF LIKE SUNFLOWER PETALS
FIFTEEN ENVELOPES A WEEK. FIVE YEARS STRAIGHT
FLUTTERING DOWN
SHE LOVES ME, SHE LOVES ME NOT. HELL DIE TODAY
HELL NOT
I AM BUILT NOW BRAIN-WISE AND BODY
SO STRONG HEART SKIPS BEAT WHEN FLEXING
AND WHILE READING ISABEL ATTENDES "PAULA"
QUOTING:" I DONT WALK IN MY SLEEP, I WALK
IN MY SORROW"
"THIS IS A ROAD I MUST TRAVEL SLEEPING"
SKING TURN UNHEALTHY COLORS AND HEARTS CEASE
GREAT GREAT GRANDMOTHERS OUTLIVE DAUGHTERS
DAUGHTERS DAUGHTERS LIFE SNUFFED OUT PRE-
PUBERTY
WE MOURNED BESIDE A HALF COMPLETED HEADSTONE
GRANDMAS NAME ETCHED BESIDE GRANDFATHERS BLAND
TWENTY YEARS AGO AND THE OLD S.O.B.'S STILL KICKING
JUST SPOKE TO HIM HALF DEAF IN A LAZY BOY
WATCHING TELEVISION
RAINBOW TROUT AND RED BREASTED ROBINS
A HEIFER HERFERD SEARCHING FOR CALF BAWLING
THE GROUND OF HORSES HOOVES RUNNING
PROTECTING THE CHICKENS AT NIGHT FROM BADGERS
SPIDERS CONTINUE TO CRAWL ON ME CONSTANTLY
PRISON CELL, TRAILER HOUSE, ARACHNID BOUNTY
CAN FEEL EIGHT LEGGED TANGO TAPRANCING
SPIDERMAN IS MORE MAN THAN MAN SILLY STONEY
FOUR PEANUT BUTTER JARS OF COLD WATER CONSUMED
AT ONCE. AFTER LUNCH, LIQUID PRESSING
STOMACH IVE SPENT CLENCHING
LET IT OUT. LET ME OUT. PAID FOR. IN DONE
FACE PRESSED AGAINST NIGHT SKY LEARING
PRECISELY THE AMOUNT AND DECREE WORLD TURNING
FRAMED PHOTOGRAPHS, OF JUST WOMENS EYES
SEE HOW THEY SMILE, I DID THAT, I CRY
WE CELEBRATE HALF COMPLETED LIFE
SEMI-BROKEN, PARTIALLY AFRAID TO CRY
LAUGHTER BURSTS LIKE SCRATCHED SPIDER BITES
AND THE KNOWING SMILE EXCHANGED EACH TIME
WE DIE
FISH BONES MUST BE CHASED WITH BREAD
GRANDMAS FAVORITE BIRD WRAPPED IN TIN-FOIL
DIDNT MEAN TO. HUMMING BIRD TOOK THE BEE BEE
FOR WOODPECKER FRIEND
WE TIP WHEN OUR HEADS BECOME TOO HEAVY
STALKS NOT TO BLAME LIKE TIRED HEART BEATING

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