New TCBH! poem by resident poet Gary Lindorff: 'Viva fuerte'

I’m standing firm and
you’re a rock.
The plinth is fracturing.
Your filter isn’t filtering
but at least it caught this poem.
 
My tongue is angry!
I have a snake in my shoe.
I’m in a funk:
Why aren’t we rising up
Like a thunderhead
 
Like a new brain in a petri dish?
A heart-shaped leaf
is waving in the breeze.
A lavender-tinted cow
stands behind me.
 
She is my ally.
A bird caught in a spider’s web
who I free just in the nick of time
is announcing an event
to a girls’ soccer team.
 
And they are listening.
I’m re-schooling myself.
My teachers were all afraid of me.
They were afraid of their own subjects.
The tests were all slanted toward
 
Submission and prostitution.
My car broke down
and wept.
I ate wild grapes like a bear.
I translated one single tear

Into nine languages.
I saw my face in the Rorschach of a stain
on a subway window.
And what is more, I saw your face…

For the rest of this article by ThisCantBeHappening! resident poet GARY LINDORFF, please go to www.thiscantbehappening.net/node/3300