by Darryl Price
to the back of your mind like a box of unpacked beloved
books if you want, but that's no life I want to explore
any further with you. We don't have as much time as we
once thought to believe in something other than an empty bottle of
dreams. Love is still real even when the mud begins to fizzle
and leap out of its own way. That's all I wanted to
say. I don't believe their lies any more now than I did
before I went missing. They want you to spit your love on
the ground bitter as drugs. To tear the bells out of the
golden dragon infested clouds like a fistful of wires. To sink the
last of the flower petal boats with heavy rocks. To smash all
singing birds to death against their brick statues. But I don't buy
their latest diet wars. Their brand name barrels of bargain smoking guns.
Their greasy gravy jars full of deliciously simmering coiled bombs. Their sick
little insurance run churches of the barbecued nightmares of innocent children. Listen.
Love is always going to be all even when all else is
floating to the ground burning. That's what I want you to remember, yes
you already know it. Not trying to get you to do anything
you don't want to do deep down inside. Don't join anything on
my behalf. I don't care. Just don't be boring. This poem is
where I stand. It's not some silly broken mystery rotting in a
cave. I live in the same real world as you. And again.
Love is all you need. They want you to turn in your
hopes, but you know better. Love is like the sky, all around.
Darryl Price Wednesday,July 02, 2014
Here's a genuine seahorse. It doesn't matter. Here a puffed-out cloud. Meant to float
through your goo. Blue flowers just to brighten the holes poked into your ground. Look.
This is a poem. It's made up of feelings that stretch all the way to
the moon and back. Just for fun. Watch. There's an
acorn and a leaf and a rabbit and a string of sparrows. They're bold
when it comes to french fries. I wish they were warmer in winter. There's a
certain color, let's call it bluish, though it's sometimes tinted red. You don't have to
weep for a living. There are a million ways to
sigh if you twinkle. Ah let them laugh. You'll laugh, too, eventually, when the
time is right. So here is your dog and my cat. Here is an old
barn full of owls. Here is a sentence half-full of strange, familiar words. It's a
crazy world. Come on. There's a snail with a whole
galaxy swirling around on its back. I like pancakes. Wish I could play the
guitar like Eric Clapton if Eric wasn't such a blues snob. Yes. Some fireworks sound
like rows of farts going off in a scarecrow's pants. Here's a lit-up sailboat. A
fuzzy little bat. Box turtle. Mostly here's that friendly toy reminder.
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They will batter you relentlessly--because they are unkind, afraid and dangerous. They will cause you to doubt yourself over and over again. You must remind yourself of yourself. You know what you believe in. You know what feels just right. You don't need anyone to point it out to you.And if you get the chance to escape their bullying ways, make sure to free the other prisoners as well.