Wednesday, April 16, 2008

pink flower

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree",
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

Et le jackalope a dit
Je voudrais ĂȘtre un yeti
Pour voler dans la nuit
Et m'en aller loin d'ici
Mais le yeti a dit
Je voudrais ĂȘtre un monstre marin
Pour pouvoir rentrer dans la mer
De tous les requins.

And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes."

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree",
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

-- Treehugger, Antsy Pants

Friday, March 28, 2008

p.a.

i'm sorry
i didn't call
to ask how you are

i don't like hearing
you're not ok

i love you is easy to say

sometimes i'm the flower
sometimes i'm the tree
sometimes i'm you
sometimes i'm me
i like you when you're you
i like you when you're not
i like me when you're me
i like me a lot
i like that i say love
i like you say it too
sometimes you say go
sometimes i say boo
yesterday i said run
today i said stay
tomorrow i'll stay mum
you'll say you may
wander into forests
fly into trees
go see the world
be totally free
just please will you
come back to me?

Friday, February 22, 2008

x redux

i must insist
therefore
to know
that if
x is when we met
y is who we are
a + b is us togetheralone
assuming
the wind velocity is such
volume of love soandso
speed and force known
and all variables considered

are we wrong or right?

what is x?

it's not enough
that we love
ceaselessly

it's not enough
that in this love
we forgive before the mistake is made
we dance seconds after we were beaten down
we splat on the pavement and snap up cartoon style
we lose our dimensions and enjoy it
we lock away our aspects in small boxes we hide in corners

it's not enough
that we love
like children
like animals
like poets
like mad men

it's not enough
that we love
with our nose
our breath
our eyelashes
the undersides of our fingernails
the inbetweens of our toes

it's not enough
that we
just
love

what matters
apparently
is the graph our love creates
when you plot it on a chart
with x and y axes
and parameters

what matters, ultimately,
is how we love
when
of what nature this love is
its personality
its mathematical equation formed with
the one we love
whether it balances
and how
to what degree
what's the tilt, the index, the refraction
where's the decimal point
who has the log
what's the percentage
and who's analyzing the data
and how
and when

it's not enough
that i loved

because i really really
suck
at math.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

where's the enfield?

sandy sheets
then-purple-now-brown chappals
water color sarongs
spilt shampoo
thump in chest
jumpjumpjump
splishy splashy vodka
plastic glasses
fish eye
prawn curry rice plate papad spicy kings staring tails ew no
chocolate chocolate excess excess
round two
falling rockets
dreamy sleep sleepy dream
inhale exhale
tee hee

your feet sunset
my hair breeze

with you
goa was beautiful
again

Saturday, December 8, 2007

shhh

want this loud enough
so that the universe listens
and tosses us like egg yolks
headfirst
into our dreams

(don't tell anyone
but it's already happened)