Tagged: poems
In the Garden
- by Alyson Shane
I wake among orchids and lilies
whose petals cover my face like hands
my mouth full of dirt, wet and sweet
pebbles in my mouth like lies.
I walk, I talk, I move through a thick fog
of everyone's weighted dissatisfactions
dragging
tangling at my feet and twisting at my ankles
losing myself on the path.
I trip and fall and can't get up.
I lie and listen to the songbirds in the trees
their chip-chirp tunes that should whittle at me
"Pull yourself together"
"Get your shit in order"
"Stop being a burden"
but I don't bleed. Maybe I can't.
Maybe I am a stone in the garden
covered in damp moss on my North side
cold and hard and empty on the South
with nothing in-between.
I lie in a millstone where I grind at myself
words turn to ash in my mouth
dust of intention slips through my fingers.
I am becoming a fine powder you can wash or wipe away.
#TBT Sitting on a campus bench: a poem
- by admin
Wrote this while on campus back in April of 2013 which feels like a lifetime ago. It's funny how everything changes except the amount of female UW students wearing Lululemon.
uncomfortable benches
in the lobby of Centennial Hall
people crammed together
on their smart phones
individual worlds.
heavy escalator traffic
going up
going down
am I late for class?
most girls wear their hair up
lululemon head bands
lululemon everything
nice bums.
oh hello
three piece suit guy
where did you come from
where are you going?
I’d follow you but
my legs hurt from my run
damn.
Sitting on a campus bench: a poem
- by admin
uncomfortable benches
in the lobby of Centennial Hall
people crammed together
on their smart phones
individual worlds.
heavy escalator traffic
going up
going down
am I late for class?
most girls wear their hair up
lululemon head bands
lululemon everything
nice bums.
oh hello
three piece suit guy
where did you come from
where are you going?
I'd follow you but
my legs hurt from my run
damn.
