March 16, 2013

Mother Earth says she loves

the other planets more

than she could ever love

the sun.

 

Her hair is both blue and grey.

Her nails are as red as the blood they draw.

 

Friend, I am nowhere if not with you

and I am not with you.

I am angry, and it drives me

to wild generosity. I’m tipping

twice what I should at restaurants.

 

Nobody wants to talk, my friend.

Even fewer people want to listen.

We’re guilty of every deadly sin

and yet we’re still alive.

 

I’d move but movement means

nothing, unless the world around you holds

still. It never does.