#Dance
Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. I look into the future
I sat down Opened the drawer Took out a pen And cut. Scissored my wrist
Poetry is a fight. We slam the words with our fisted… shouting the counterrevolutionary,… to hook your faces into shock Go to places where time no longer…
I guess it was you all along. Why did I have to see it so late? No wonder I have glasses. Get some for my heart, too Preferably with bifocals.
Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet. Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. A child I would dip my hands
You are a storm A fire A shatter in the dark Ripples on the surface Crack
Today is your funeral—It is also… You’ve died, you’re gone, In peace divine.. Your eyes—they cease to shine. For me, I know not what to do—
