On One Hand

March 19, 2006

Spring Break

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These days I cut my paths diagonal
through brown grass tipped with
beginnings of green
clear skies arching to embrace
cigarette smoke
under trees in their longing to touch.

I take off my shirt in the sun to tan since
you once laughed at the paleness of my skin –

and I am soon red. But not before the
white light peels my body
like a fresh orange and
clouds bow to meet me halfway –
I am angry, fair they say, hey –
you can’t condemn these spots.

snow’s here but
You are off to Mexico
you will find anthems and
warm sun rolling off your tongue while I here
make lonely scrambled huevos con frozen spinach.

Your leathered skin turns to polished brass
in the poured white, glowing
while I smolder.

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2 Comments »

  1. Mexico is where everything in my life seemd to come together for a brief time. In my mind it was because living the life of paradox is accepted and nurtured.

    Comment by Anonymous — March 21, 2006 @ 5:26 pm | Reply

  2. Hey watsup!

    Hey love the poem! Just checked out your profile on myspace and it rocks! Just wanted to tell you so lol! K take care love to write you a poem sometime lol did that jus sound creepy lol lol! k bye!

    Comment by Anonymous — March 23, 2006 @ 11:44 pm | Reply


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