"palins" poems
As the rain is drumming against the pavement
I hurdle over
The clenched arms
Of couples kissing before class
Whispering into each other's mouths
"I'll miss you"
Please keep your pants on
You'll see each other in one hour
Assistant principal
Pushing people to class
Sweeping halls
Like the NSA
Sweeping Sarah Palins email
Swerving around students stalling
In the center of the hall
Screen shooting
Their recently opened snapchats
Bulldozing my way through
High school cliques
Huddled around that cute boys locker
I finally make it to physical science
And I'm wondering
If god passed physical science
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
If We Speak of the Hurricane
We think of past storms, the aftermath
The deep wailing of the crowd
The interview of the bystanders
And here comes that sad looks
of the homeowner faces
And there it stood that uprooted fallen tree,
Inches away from their house
And that when we know,
It was the rightful thing to do
Listening to the voice of God:
In the wind of the solemn sound
I remember the falling Palins,
The rusty galvanizes that blanket the streets
Where the birds of prey nested:
And once again, we listen to the voice of God
In the wind of the solemn sound
If we speak of the past storms,
and chat about hurricanes disasters
I remember how the winds pressed on the
Apartment window, forcing it way in.
But I listen to the voice of God
As I heard an uprooted tree, clash down
On the rows of park car, before the alarms sound
Scattering debris, block the drains
Water filled the lonely streets,
And once again, we cry out to God
The volcanoes, now hurricane Elsa
Why We??
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC