You and I are ugly
You and I are ugly cowards
who cling to the rational and practical
bound by the social constraints
of our reality
and time and town and positioning
who will never live under the water
or have a son or grow old enough together
That is the reality. The dream I whisper
in your mouth is just a trick to keep
your head above my liquid body
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I am a poet. I am a mother. I am a someone’s wife. I cannot stop writing. I have tried. This is very anti-progressive of me. I will apologize later to my chive plant.
I work at writing but it is not what I call hard. I am a natural. But I don’t just write down whatever and call it something. No. I have pride. I have standards.
I am political and I am popping jokes. They are subtle, often times overlooked, but if you find yourself laughing or crying, you can bet, I’m glad I could assist, reach a dead metaphor out to you.
If you like my words, my poems, share them, print them off. Tape them up. Let me know. If I make a mistake, let me know about that too.
I am trying to be the best piece of U.S.A that I can be. Poetry is my way. Its not medicine and it is not an organic lunch. My poems are hard to swallow. If I offend you, you can bet I am happy about that too, because that means your alive enough and thinking enough to respond. You probably just missed the joke. ( I don’t know anymore than the fools who keep selling out our country or the great ramblers of the past. I don’t know a thing, and my friend, hahahahahahaha neither do you).
I am not a master of poesy. I am twenty-eight. I am a burp. Remember that, remember I am a fool. I am like you.
If you are a writer as well please feel free. Share your lines and advice.
Sometimes people think I am a good writer, and they believe that I have a good sized ego. That is not the case. It is far to big and it thinks it is a bunny. I am sorry for any claptrap or bloated dogs it tries to sell you. I work endlessly at my lines, and want those who I share my life-art to be just as passionate and as eager as me.
I love writing. It is my family history, it began before I had a name. Maybe I was hurt into it. Maybe I hurt easy. Maybe thats why I can’t stop.
I know I won’t even think about it until justice is in the reality of every molecule.
You need someone to write love poems. I know you do. You’re begging for someone just to care, just to give a damn and love.
My poetry is for you.
It is for the lot of you who suffer or love.
It is a reminder to you, that we are in this together and we are alive.
So lets party.
I am nothing but a solitary grain of sand
but with you, I am beach.
(I will keep at least my swimsuit on, no porno here). Who doesn’t love a beach party?
If you would like me to read at a poetry reading email me at a_burie@hotmail.com.
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