Caught in the action;
Kept taut on a rope.
Are you at work?
Are you really sick?
If it is so,
I’ll help you with this.
You don’t feel well,
You feel pretty bad,
I’ll call your business,
The results are back.
May I speak to the boss?
Is ______ in right now?!
Well, let me tell you
They must leave town.
It doesn’t look good,
They’ve tested absolutely sick.
I’m Doctor Terry,
I’ll attest to this.
They should be released,
Purpose: to get better;
Especially in this perfect,
Warm, sunny weather.
Telling it to them straight,
So you can leave work-
It’s worth it to go,
Get from life its full worth.
Trapped in a cubicle walls seeming beautiful;
The wonders are outside, if the truth be told.
Foggy covetous invalids,
leant on glistening balustrades,
with gossamer hangings; bent
blades of grass, enacting a fool’s
calypso in cover of darkness, at
that exact moment, for all gleaming
eyes to witness, as winds stirred
through an open door below.
The theory of thought
Went out for a walk.
It was there on its own,
It needed naught for a home.
It walked by in due time,
Past the people in line.
When it was asked to come back
It protested with attack;
It hit and it punched,
It scratched and it killed.
It never stopped,
It was horrified and thrilled.
So when thought came back to this present location
It spoke to all those leaders of this great nation.
Thought said, “Use me or lose me, it is very true,”
“I was only here from the beginning to help you.”
Now there is proof for the thinker.
I remember when words had meaning;
A man was only as good as his word.
I thought about this over a conversation,
As my partner’s words were never heard.
Angered to enraged,
Exits to exist.
Same to same;
List to list.
While The Stone Arch Bridge looms
Over a foggy flowing
As flotsam floats-
Traverse these tossing translucent currents.
Glinting nigh business lights of St. Anthony Main.
Automobile and bus engines sustain,
Carrying the once open-air pedestrian-
In thin glow street lamps,
Bumping between buildings tall, and stoplights bright.
With snow gathered underfoot below.
Once when I was in community college
I took a class called “Eco-Feminism”.
I was one of four guys.
I was not a majority by numbers,
That is a fact, no lie.
Each day our teacher spoke of monsters,
She said they used and abused women and the land;
They would take take take take take take take take,
To attain everything the women and the land had.
These monsters never slept,
They were pale,
They were exacting,
They were mean.
They lived in mansions at the top of the world fixed with panoptic eyes.
She said these monsters were real, they were white, European, and sly.
I never resented a day in that class,
But sometimes I felt singled-out, and tried.
I learned how to label people right,
Though those people resembled me physically-
They were not like I.