poem 287 of a poem a day for 2012

crane neck speeding

slow everything

to bite size

use your hands

waving gravity

through seed-headed sway

cricket bells and

dreams of the easy grease

are coating the rivers

with candle wax and

gasoline

this tells me

the Earth knows

we’ve come

to suck Her blood

only 

She knows 

to bite back

with hurricanes

tornadoes and

slow freezes in

stuck cloud cold

with easy bake cancers

woven in the pollen

of our make-shift gardens

in two dimensions

our man-made

our charade of

finding a way

without climbing

so we can

plant a flag and

call that perception

we have of a top

a king

but sleeps enters

and everyone sleeps

and then

we know better and

let every dream bleed

cut our soul

with tiny razor time

we count past

three dimensions

Love, we say

as we have come

to know of it

fucks with the weather and

turns it into

advent calendars

seasons

become wordless

they smile

steal language

tell us

in exhales

to burn

everything

we can

as a passion

EJR ©