Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Wallflowers

stuck-wallpaper, tickled, matted-madness, in the morning before matinee

wallflowers at school dances just want to be asked. ask them.

they are not hired as scenery, they are not decoration-they are not meant

to just simply be looked at-they have names-and are to be known as-shining.

but also want to be respected for not toe-stepping, spot-light stealing, crown-wearing

modest. in-vanity is not a word, but it is a virtue.

don't accuse them of petty fears- if anything call them

misunderstood-just because others forget to give-just because

others forget that they once dreamed before they were asked-

who believed in the words of every fairy-story

when there were enough charming princes to go around

and they still remembered their blocking and their lines.

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Small Stone:


rockets flew in our faces.

the rough caught fire.

I took the old woman's hand for protection-

she didn't want my help.

Monday, June 13, 2011

thoughtful hillbillies


RICK:
Hey Rick?

DICK:
Yea, Dick?

RICK:
See that sky roll on by? (points)

DICK:
...Oh, my...

RICK:
Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner... cry?

DICK:
(Sighs) Yea, er die...

RICK:
I mean, don’t-it makes yer wanner ask… why?

DICK:
Don't think(thoughtful)- Nope. Can’t say I’d-wanner even try…

(both take a deep breath in)
(RICK exhales but DICK starts hacking and coughing)
(RICK slaps him on the back)

RICK:
Dick! Wha-happened?! Yer almost choked, why?

DICK:
Oh, Rick (coughs)... I think I swallerd-a fly!

Reach for the clouds. . .

Tickle your toes. . .

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