Thursday, February 9, 2012

A poem that, perhaps, only girls can understand...


If only they knew that her smile
was painted on like a clown and if
they knew that she was limping
because                        she ran
so many                      miles so
fast as                          if she
could be                       as slim as
these                            columns as
if she                           could leave
her mind                      behind her,
still                              S   C   R   E   A   M   I   N   G
MURDER                  and if
they only                    knew how
she scrubbed off her crusted mascara
every morning, clawing away at the
funeral-black mess congealed with old tears,
as if she were scrubbing away the night.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

New Poem! "Is God a noun?"

Here we go! My newest poem was just written this morning... it's a prose poem. :D

Is God a noun?

The words I learned in grade school resonate in my consciousness: a noun is a person, place, or thing, a person, place, or thing, which means that God is not a noun- of course, He could be a verb; who says He cannot be a stream chuckling or stars clustering or spring bursting into vibrant saffron... and who says He cannot be conjunctions and prepositions, the bones holding our logos together, and who says He cannot be punctuation, the lens that transfigures our cognition...?