Mea Cupla

I've plagarized my way trough poetry
and imitated your intentions in prose

Repeatedly the sky was blue

I've snatched each "the" and "ampersand"
to fill in the gaps between:
Would the defendent come foward
to speak on behalf of the prosecution?
&
my confession.

These sounds are not mine.
I'd rahter be
wahofamgiging imant livobirx
than foolishly writing
in a language I didn't pen
with the thoughts that were never for me
to play in.

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I cannot fit a tree
into my CD drive.
There is no way
that I can
transfer the smell of bark
up onto this digital page.
Through this touch screen
my feet don't feel terrain
batteries act like a drain
straight from my heart.
I'm in love with the Earth
because you can't just download her.

Restless Poem

Like a three year old,
A poem will dodge nap-time.
I've seen one nestle itself between
Toppling blocks
and the couch
Were it thinks
I couldn't see its tail.

Poems create bags beneath my eyes
I stay awake
Staring down a work's glow green irises
from the slit under the dark door.
They rank up near the Bogey Man.

Chamomile tea won't tease the tension
out from tender moments.
When you thought a word or two would suffice,
think twice, or maybe even a million times
before the pen will print fluidity.

When poems find themselves finicky
I draw a warm bubble bath
Letting them soak a while
with crowns of bubbles on their heads.
Later, when I take them out
I realize
Poems are like children
Take them out.
Scrub them down
and love them.
They'll be okay.

A promise to be better at Human-ness

The day slid in
like a curious pastel rain.
The raindrops swirled my thoughts
in the salt water of aggravation
which brought,
out of desperation,
maturity to my self painted portrait.

Advocate

I envy the Earth
How she advocates for the trees
This natural artistry
Can’t keep me from my knees.

Glimpse
The chirping birds
that sweetly serenade
the tulip bloom.
That's beauty

I’ll give myself
To pay my passage
Into the forest that speaks in wind.

I’ll be a bird
Nestling the horizon
I’ll assume the tree
with its leaves
and obstruct your view of the skyscrapers
and illusions
muddled in the confusion
of this,
Our World.