January 2012
3 posts
Powder
I wish to evaporate in a bolt of lightning
like Powder,
ambling through a field
at staggering velocity.
Unlike Powder,
I want a full mane of hair
lashing my cheeks in the wind,
kind of like the passenger’s seat
of a long ride.
This life
is a long ride.
It’s always a shame
when you hear about fatal accidents,
but suicides: those hold a grain of beauty,
because at least you...
yes, i’ve the skin of a page,
see me be or seize this tree
& colorize me however you admire
whatever you’ll accept, except
if it’s white again,
i want substance,
& volume,
i want your thoughts
lodged in my margins,
don’t allow the color of your ink
to stop you, don’t even let
the borders stun your right
to write, aviate your pen
& my ears will...
“God created short people and tall people, large people and small people, skinny...”
– Maxwell Maltz 