"microplastics" poems
I got plastic in my blood,
It hurts
Just plain old thumbscrews wouldn't work
In this universe.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 5:54 AM UTC
Florescent light in the early morning.
The sun comes up when the rain stops pouring.
Ticking, brooding clock in my head.
I wrap produce on plastic beds.
Plastic earbuds bring me joy
By vibrating air through the void.
"Fake Plastic Trees" by Radiohead.
I'm reminded and filled with dread.
A podcast speaks on microplastics.
Oceans filled and consequences drastic.
Bothered by the nine to five.
These vibrations keep me alive.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
Modern life explained:
The freedom to be aware
Of microplastics
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Have you seen my beloved?
I have been looking for her everywhere
The first time I saw her face
It was the most beautiful flower
I have ever seen
A mandala of perfection
Bringing me absolute peace
How could I not
But love her
She once brought me
Alders swaying screeching in the winds
salmon running
skies Hale Bop eclipse Tahoe clear
She brought me beauty to the sunrise in the sky
Have you seen my beloved?
She always has been the same
Though she's known to be extreme
Shaking the earth I walk on
Sending rising tides
Stilling the wind in the center of a cyclone
She always knew what it meant to dance
Sings every song
The music of the full moon
She once believed life would find a way.
Have you seen my beloved and
Do you know where she is bound?
Her breath has become firey hot and dry
Her tears shed microplastics
Her paths are white with toxic snows
Where is my beloved and what does she feel or know?
She once loved me dearly
Nourished my way
Until the winds began to change
Have you seen my beloved?
And do you know
When she'll return?
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC