Poem-A-Day #253 : Poem

Poem

I close my eyes as I walk down the hallway

Light reds the space - it oranges skin and pops along the carpet like sprouts coming up

I want to be free - the air does it - the light makes its way from the eye to the eye along the way it breaks for the hills - somehow free happens - somehow

Spread arms like skin coming away from a rabbit - heat in there - light - a paw on the end of a key chain

Poem-A-Day #14 : Election Year Feels 2

Election Year Feels 2

America,
          you self-destructive ass

          The stage is empty
and the flags are limp          The corners collect confetti

Outside in the street there are probably protestors
          but the sounds are empty and static - breaking overhead

the sound of all the balloons popping

America, tell me what the concrete is for if not grinding faces to pulp
          Skin mixing with spit and cum

Is this how you like it? I'm not so sure - there is a hesitance behind your eyes
a sort of "if not now, then when?" hovering in the periphery of yourself

Like a windless parachute          you unopen and fill
with yourself

                    and fill with everything else too