I live in a city of death.
I know this because I’m forced to sidestep mangled, scorched bodies peppered down the walk every day when I bring in the mail, or when I lug in the groceries. Our block is a necropolis of hundreds. Roasted alive on their incomplete journeys to a better life. Or perhaps crushed to death by giants, and then burned like a funeral pyre.
I have to wonder at the death rate in this city, why no one else seems to be bothered much by it. Loud men on TV would say we have much bigger problems than to worry about spineless immigrants burned trying to get from one piece of land to another. This is our land, they’d say. Serves them right, they’d say.
Once in a while someone comes along with a broom to sweep the bodies away, and dig a big hole to hide the evidence. I think this could be me one day. I could be the one brushing away the sins of neglect, helping society forget what it’s allowed. But more than that I could easily end up a heap in the road, a travelling casualty, burned and torn. No one would lower the flag for me.
Maybe it’s a curse of exposure; we can’t mourn as much death as we see. So we have a value system in place. And I, on my errands and afternoon walks, can’t do anything to change it.
We don’t have the time for worms. In a city of death, their bodies are not our problem.
I don’t write poetry anymore. You’ve probably figured. Priorities just change, y’know?
Here’s some stuff I did this year:
- Read 19 novels
- Saw a bunch of PETA protesters get thrown out of Sea World San Diego
- Wrote a short script about Jehovah’s Witnesses and my bf directed/filmed it (I got to be an extra)
- Learned how to make really good chili
- Went to Wrestlemania
- Lost 17 pounds
- Started my Master’s Degree (Reading Specialist)
- Got a jaywalking ticket
- Saw Tim & Eric live (!)
- Accidentally poisoned myself with caffeine
- Attended a 4th of July wedding
- Hit the jackpot on that spinny-light thing at Dave & Buster’s
- Dyed my hair funky colors (blue, purple, pink, grey)
- Took my parents on a Caribbean cruise
- Built a dresser
- Helped my SIM become a famous author
- Saw Gaston at DisneyLand
- Found out I have extra low blood pressure
- Had a birthday pool party
- Started a wrestling podcast. You can listen if you want: Trios Champions
- Some other stuff, probably.
Life’s pretty good right now. It’s about to be Fall in the valley and I can’t complain. What have you guys been up to?
Sure some things are going wrong
but if I forget about all that
a lot of things are good
I try to exhale all that poison
but the well comes up dry
and if there’s still a couple drops
there’s no harm
and who needs to know?
She was a princess
from another planet,
pure of heart and innocent,
captured by an evil entity
into the foreign creature
which sits in my lap today.
She was a precious jewel,
banished from her kingdom,
her memory stolen,
and forced to live out
her days in exile
here with me.
She doesn’t remember
and I can’t tell,
but I know she’ll be rescued
And when she goes back
to where she came from
I’ll be honored to have served
the new Queen.
All day long,
all my cold life
for a warm
All my trials,
for a sunny
a mountain of pillows
after a long day.
my pizza pal.
a warm bath
a sounding board
when I’ve lost it.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said all that
about the magic underwear
and the magic gold tablets
and maybe I shouldn’t have laughed
when you said they
“ascended back into the heavens.”
I probably shouldn’t have asked
if you got here
on a bike.
I didn’t have to take your book
but I knew it meant
wouldn’t read it.
I’m sorry your beliefs are
foreign and hilarious to me
since I claim to be so tolerant
but you rang my bell
and you asked for it.