What is crooked cannot be made straight. Make that statement to a poet and you get a better understanding. The following were just a few of many unique takes.
comes not from reading theoretical papers
by the likes of Einstein and Hawking,
but from listening to those moments
we cannot undo:
until his flag-draped casket
was lowered into the dirt
as we turned from sun into shady street,
until we felt the crunch
of carbonite against grill
that found its way
to our boss’s wide eyeseach moment followed swiftly
“that didn’t just happen”
and the delusion that somehow
–if only in our dreams—
what’s done can be undone.
Snake straight and oiled well
injured or in poor health;
licking its wounds, but nowhere near
the amount necessary to heal
that doesn’t stick, the sky is so full
of blown smoke the sun is little more
than spray-on shine.
flew two months ago and certainly
their view was a world in a backwards
two deer stare from where a forest
breaks, they watch a species similar
to human but far too filled with empty,
a television likeness at best,
more the way a sink
streaks with orange stain
where even the white
is being drained of its color.
Brown Paper Bag
I got to the train, out of breath, shushing the crowd all the way
waiting to get to my seat impatiently, all I could do was pray
let my grumbling tummy be silent before it could devour its prey!
famished and tired, my taste buds were clamoring for their pay!
bought in haste, I had put in a brown paper bag the spicy pakoday
I could hardly wait to reach my seat and eat them without delay!
not happy with the rush hour bustle, I thought, he can never be gay!
I was relieved to get a seat to rest myself finally, but hey!
next to me was the unpleasant looking gentleman scowling away!
the train started to move slowly chugging out sounding retreat
I was unaware of how long I had been dozing on my seat
waking up suddenly by a jerk, I instantly remembered, to eat
I found my brown paper bag on the side table of the seat
holding my hand out I tried to pull it towards me to eat
feeling some resistance, I looked up in bewildered haste
the unpleasant gentleman was tugging at my bag with distaste
I was livid with rage, I cannot let my precious bag go out of sight
he was also enraged, he too tugged at it hard, ready to fight
the tug of war turned into a battle of wits, neither relenting a bit
I was never going to surrender to anyone, let alone this scowling nitwit!
finally I won, I snatched my bag and started to devour its content
ravenous I was, now jubilant to have defeated the man’s intent
reaching home tired and weary from the day’s strenuous incident
unpacking my bag, my jaw dropped to see my brown paper bag, intact..!!