What does it mean
To be clean?

Hygienic?
Sober?

Do you want to be clean?
Do you need to be green?

It has many meanings
What's yours?

Out **** spot, out, out!! -Macbeth

Page 8? One word?
F. Scott Fitzgerald puts fruit in his lyrics.
I could never stop at one.
I bit into "soppiness" and
it squirted in a way
to make a fatted grape jealous.
I peeled the skin of "Swinburnian"
and it juiced the air
with an argument between God and hell.
I plucked The Tree
in This Side of Paradise and pulled down
a "Celtic" apple shared by a mother
a Bishop and a Monsignor.
"Thirsty" spoke
but did not leave us hungry.
And his basket was so sweet
that Carmen Miranda could
wear his words.

Page eight....
.....tells of a ****
clearing his throat
the very same time my neighbor's
rooster was crowing, with all his might
this early morning,
i thought his windpipe would burst...

in my dark surroundings,
i could imagine his spurs...and
the red, bronze and copper feathers
of his flapping wings
while he was perched on a tree branch
while he sang his waking song...

was he boasting of his strength?
or his position in his community?
was he boasting of his sexuality?

my attention was taken by a continuous chirping
of the birds in another tree at the backyard
while i heard distant voices of people, and
a distant barking of dogs
while the other members of my household
were still sound asleep....
and a sudden thought assailed me, and
dwelt heavily upon me.....i suddenly felt
awkward.....like, i do not belong...that i'm
just finding my corner in this solemn space...

hey, hey, wait.....
it's now ten minutes to eight!
it took me this long????

Sally


Copyright April 9, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

If I only had a magical wand
I could break so many bonds
Instead of watching heroes on T.V.
I could be the one I want to be

I could multipy food again and again
I'd bring earth's hunger to an end
I could separate water from poison in it
From Africa to suburban Flint

I could make weapons vanish in a war
And make people question what they're killing for
I could build homes two minutes after a flood
And, in a drought, bring rain from above

I could do something with the prison population
I could fight memories that cause stigma in our nation
I could clean the air, take the trash from the water
Then reform it all into gifts for poorer sons and daughters

I could look into space with an enlarged telescope
I could start a wizard network of hope
Side by side, with my coven friends
We'd fight hatred and ills until our ends

But, alas, as you can clearly see
There is no magic wand with me
So I make my changes at a plodding pace
I only hope to change the world's face

I'm not deterred; I still will fight
To change the world to day from night
But in my dream, I still long
For that easy route of a magic wand

Time of misery ends
one day , some day
but may be not today

Even summer heat ends
and rain takes its place
which too ends after some days

Smile comes , Smile goes
every minute changing emotion
as life picks its motion

The things in my room changes
as time ages everything
and I get new things

Even the girl I was five years ago
didn't remain the same
I am no longer that vain

The relationship with everyone
which I had , have changed dynamics
Some prospered , some turned tragic

All the little and big things in life is temporary
the things we treasure , and things we don't
Nothing in existence stays permanent