cotton, lollipops and the edge of the world

there stood the earth,
on its edgemost plane.
and i in this old boat.
sailing across san francisco.
and there is candy growing in the yard
next to me.
dandelion lollipops swaying like yellow hope,
in the cold ocean breeze.
and there is cotton above me.
clouds so pure.
and above that, ante meridiem's
lovely colour.
patchy diamonds across my heart.
to the north lies canada and the wild wood
forests dripping with birds
and
cold waterfalls
and
who knows what.
i am almost there.
past the dense green life
and the primary colours,
layed out before me.
and now earth makes its ninety degree
turn.
towards space.
and as i go over the falls and into midnight stars,
you will find this short account of my day,
dedicated
to
you.

posted by drew carlascio

displaced

cold, stilled, expectant
awaiting retribution for pain
when the hammer sounds and the doors are closed

anxious, barren, homesick
awaiting redistribution of necessities
when thousands of voices sound as one and the gates of marble are opened

the chanting rhythm of prophetic music
we sing for the peace and freedom
stars dusted across the patchy sky
fog draping over the hills like a curtain
who knew the earth would shake in twenty-one unfurled minutes?

give me water for my child is going to die
the baneful cry of ghastly horrors
recumbent against my neighbors
yet diffident in my ability to love
is this the cry you long for?

each voice has its own tone and story
and the narrative of tommorrow is freedom

posted by jon havens