Glazes of Questions

I am tired of lines I have to write
Where I am to make you believe,
Or the world to understand,
Or the brain of mine to mature,
But here comes the catch:
I can’t make it align
with Me or you or their minds.
They are what they are,
And no spider of my being
can weave a web of rationality and beauty between them.

Oh come on words of rhyme
And voices of reason
Howl me through one more night
(Crushing coral waves grinding iron against iron and hate and love groaning in bed with demons screeching laughter through gritting teeth of rust and a really angry hyena crunching through the bones of marbles of the innocent and the ignorant)
I just need one more line
To make sense to you,
And then I will apologize for my inconvenience.
After that you will chain
And drown me in celadon blues
And stone me with copper greens
And leave me with a pretty fucking white life.




On a side note I went and saw Howard Zinn's "Marx in Soho". fabulous. Highly recommend it. Also the play mentioned the Commune of Paris. I decided to read up on it on wikipedia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commune_of_Paris. Then i decided to write some poetry because I submitted a poem going:

I just need on more line
to make sense to you
I apologize for my inconvenience.

I was there for the submission review, but no one knew it was my poem. It got rejected and someone said it wasn't thought out. So did something with it. And now I will postpone a paper I should have started writing. yes mom, I am still giving myself that little edge for all nighters. And now I will sleep and work tomorrow and sleep and work after that and sleep and work for a few more years, and then I will have a degree to show that I am smart and an accepted entity of the societal world of career and educational expectations, because that is all that is in store for us. We need to know how to be critical, tactful, niceful and smartful and workful. that is all that there is. be submissive and sit on the boils of our asses as Marx said.