An Average Urban Journey

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Wildwood Limerick

The Wildwoods are just like South Philly-

Except for the fact that they’re pretty,

But it’s the people

Who, like a steeple

Crown the foundation of a city.

Mother Earth Haiku

broken vines browning

along the cracked red brick wall

forgive us Mother

spontaneous memory

I am not the one

to tell you how long

I’ve had to let

the water simmer

even though I put

the pot

on the stove

I am not the one

to know

how to define

the meaningless

now that what isn’t can’t

be symbolized

and yet we try

 

these words are only

morsels of what could be

if only we could properly

listen to our minds

it’s like the wind

and it isn’t

this book is a vessel

like ourselves

the temperature

is a sign like language

on her shoes lie

rain drops and

my eyes are anchors

no longer tethered

and so they wait

at the bottom

of her heart

but only for a moment

as I see the sky

I can’t see the sky

and so we sit

with iron / sideways blushing

 

we’ve gotten too good

at saying what we

never mean and

the letters look tangled

yes there are so many

trees around us

that no longer exist

and did you know

we twitch while

shifting thru time

so that our ancestors

wouldn’t break their

sturdy bones?

 

how fragile we are now

and yet we destroy

everything we touch

so says the dirt under our feet

so say sorry to the dirt underneath

your nails

why do we love

the color blue anyway?

 

i am not the one

to tell you

that amorphous furniture

for the blind

are pipes crafted for human

consumption