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$400,000
world peace: anger management classes for the middle east;
family counseling for everyone else
a five course meal for the kids on the street corner,
the dissemination of nuclear
knowledge: we are guests in this house
a paper crane factory, where they release our
bottled dreams like songbirds
& we'll smile, teeth or not
$255,000
silence: a minute of everyone's time, reevaluating the value
of intentional inertia
the reestablishment of earthen infrastructure, grounded
in the support of baby steps
(to rise from the crawl)
$152,500
fresh flowers for the broken hearted lovers, a keg
for every funeral
a cape for the kids who think they can fly, a new pair of track
spikes for the ones who think they can't
$110,750
public library chains in the forest, in alpine tree houses
self guided tour services for the unspecified oblivion, refunds
if you ask nicely
$77,250
a getaway car with a full tank of kerosene, as on fire as your heart
to take the scenic route,
find places far from home to get lost in
$4,500
a trip to the corner store for a soda pop
& to read the people's paradigm in the daily paper
only to look up at the bare naked
wall:
cash not accepted
you pay with your souls
we're priceless
world peace: anger management classes for the middle east;
family counseling for everyone else
a five course meal for the kids on the street corner,
the dissemination of nuclear
knowledge: we are guests in this house
a paper crane factory, where they release our
bottled dreams like songbirds
& we'll smile, teeth or not
$255,000
silence: a minute of everyone's time, reevaluating the value
of intentional inertia
the reestablishment of earthen infrastructure, grounded
in the support of baby steps
(to rise from the crawl)
$152,500
fresh flowers for the broken hearted lovers, a keg
for every funeral
a cape for the kids who think they can fly, a new pair of track
spikes for the ones who think they can't
$110,750
public library chains in the forest, in alpine tree houses
self guided tour services for the unspecified oblivion, refunds
if you ask nicely
$77,250
a getaway car with a full tank of kerosene, as on fire as your heart
to take the scenic route,
find places far from home to get lost in
$4,500
a trip to the corner store for a soda pop
& to read the people's paradigm in the daily paper
only to look up at the bare naked
wall:
cash not accepted
you pay with your souls
we're priceless
Literature
Stories of feelings with no names
i.
The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message, let alone formulated time to write a reply. You still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by. You rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from Grandma Moses.
ii.
A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that you are going to die. You are dying right now – your cells are shedding like snakeskin scales and your hair is turning silver and every moment
Literature
Communication
I’d plug a microphone into my mind
if that would help me speak it.
The message is always incomplete
by the time it gets to you.
I want to believe that communication is more
than tapping the pane of a TV screen
and twisting bad antennae
hoping something filters through.
I have tried and I have tried
to believe that we can synchronise
but I’m never on your network
and you’re never watching mine.
There must be something more than what we know,
some higher frequency.
Because words have made me feel powerful so many times
and so many times they have failed me.
Literature
Misconceptions
the extrovert isn't—
self-possessed shining,
sun in the sky of a million
blue silks sewn together:
that summer to come,
a laundered morning strewn
with white yearning—
no,
and the introvert isn't—
scraping coins in an alley,
smoggy eyes above a mouth like
lines: red-cracked but parting
when stars break gray clouds,
calling on their mica beds
to reflect off his face—
no,
the extrovert is—
the man sweet-talking the first ideas
of his tongue,
waiting for reception—
while the introvert
thinks.
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i think the line about the middle east is sorta harsh and misinformed, especially considering the events that led to their current state of government (not to mention it generalizes so many countries into one seamless entity), but this is otherwise a powerful, intelligent poem. thank you for sharing