...screaming soundless
these days
these dreaming days
keep me from sleeping much
nothing new I'm afraid
looking at the self is never easy
one cannot listen while one speaks
full of my own voice
better not to speak until I know exactly
what to say
It has been more than a minute
since there has been time
for words or windows or opportunities for life
and drowning
old legs trapped between wheelchairs
and ceilings rising low
New Orleans
you once or twice or too many times to count now
held me slow
warm like honey
you moved sleepy like molasses
sliding poetic across the page
the river
and the french built quarters to separate you
the water was beautiful
at night
a city separated
essence and Jazz
black boys dancing bottlecaps
tap tap tap
on the sidewalks
where do they dance now
nobody knows round and round the river goes
from sea to shining flesh infested sea
limbs are not so supple
submerged under how I imagine the water must be cold
New Orleans is unpredictable like that
what were they thinking
brown bodies don't vote enough
and Iraq is where the help has gone
Kuwait is donating money
and Bush is posing grammatically incorrect
for lenses that inflate him
floating upon a city
venecian blinding citizen
and resident alike
we only see what we are told
what do we do now
who do we tirn to for light
hope
this is a crossroads
covered in debris
and bodies of people who once sang
bitter
blew horns to deflate or pain
what do we do now
what to do
what do I do
what can I do
ineloquent and bloating
questions knock fetid at my efforts
cozy in my bed
TV
phones working
what do we do
left and thinking forward
leaning sideways
to better see
what do we do?
where do we send what?
people need suggestions
please post them
on the comments section
Staceyann