Ends

Pouring, pouring; placeless

When you grab a plastic cup and fill it,

You will see it leaks

And you will wonder how that’s so

Unfair; unfortunate affair

Iconic, iconoclastic, brute and brutal

Truth and crudeness.

No holes, or cracks, or funny edges

Just pores so small it’s breathing

• How could something I created, breathe?

• How could what I intended, leave?

• How can I be fed?

And how can plastic, bleed?

Forget but not forgive

Demise and not decree

A death but not a will

You’re wise, a sharpened quill.  

Decide, inhale, fulfill.

Fawn heavy and return to nothing.

Eat lead and go try swimming

Big, impatient, black

Versus vast, and porous sighs

Moving slowly, breathing weighted

Plastic cups are so outdated.

Leaks will pour, through you, to me

The end will see,

The land is free.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

After a first perusal of this, I can get the sense that it's going to take a bit more perusing to really get to the bottom of the message and whatnot. But on the surface, the sound work, the rhymes, the progression all come together to make a fantastically profound and powerful piece that leaves the readers (at least this one) wanting to dig deeper to discover the hidden meanings. Well freaking done! This one has the spark of a gem in it definitely!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

plastic cups are outdated, but plastic people will always exist...the truth of what they are will eventually leak through no matter how we pour them
and when we find out...we will move on...and look for something a bit more solid and leak free.
and it takes two to create a relationship...the other person has to be sharing the straw...
i really like the metaphorical nature of this, and how it takes us in different directions while still feeling a cohesive theme...
and wow...you are from where my favorite poet ever is from...Emily D. I still need to visit her house sometime...was traveling to VT. one evening and needed to get there at a certain time...saw a sign saying Amherst 19 miles...damn i wanted to detour.
nice writing...
j.