poetry and muse http://waterforest.blogspirit.com/ Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:01:47 +0200 blogSpirit.com All Rights Reserved http://waterforest.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/26/broccoli.html http://waterforest.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/26/broccoli.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Waterforest) Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:01:47 +0200 I know this street<br />I walked this street,<br />When they still called it broccoli<br /><br />By any measure<br />I felt the strain of its fiber<br />Riot as night terrors<br />Whispering to insomniacs<br />All the years it took old broccoli to break<br />When shadows hawked along its walk<br />Creating a community of silhouettes<br />That replaced each other<br />In swaying guard,<br />Day and night<br /><br />I know this street<br />I walked this street<br />When they still called it Broccoli<br /><br /> - wf 2008 - http://waterforest.blogspirit.com/archive/2006/10/18/the-lame-heart-of-gody.html http://waterforest.blogspirit.com/archive/2006/10/18/the-lame-heart-of-gody.html noreply@blogspirit.com (Waterforest) Poetry Fri, 20 Oct 2006 16:50:00 +0200 I lie in the corner-quiet<br />For my ma this once<br />She needs the sleep today<br />It’s her first in a week.<br />Though asphyxiation makes me black<br />I can’t call her<br />To fit this tube in <br />The doctor says it no use without India<br />It’s so sad I have to leave you ma.