Outgrown and foreign to myself
I became this domestic hazard
like a quiet swamp to homeland security
Buzzing with life-beating life
camouflaged in seasonal fashion
I froze my own accounts and will not tell anything
Tag: subversion
Me beggar’s palm
Wrote me poem in me palm
So that when I beg
I give
Wrote me poem in me palm
So that when I reach
I teach
Wrote me poem in me palm
So that when I touch
I speak
Hid me poem in thy dream
that thy clenched fist
protects
They do
From where I stood
I could see plants fly
because in fact they do
Then I dove into the marsh
where I swam with plants
Because it is a fact
plants can swim too
and better than us
They do
Never seen a plant walk?
Of course not
Me neither
Plants can’t walk
But man do they talk
They told me straight to my face
“Shut up and watch this”
as they rolled and jumped and crawled
Who needs to walk the talk
when you can do everything else