My Poetry

words walking in the wind

to Mr. Coleman... thank you for recording this and other poems of mine from the chalkboard of your classroom before erasing them. Also thank you for letting me write them there in the first place. I hope you can hear me wherever you are now.

XXII

I Decided ‘Maybe’

 

 

Smile it’s a wedding

But it’s raining so my hair is wet

So I mumble around and sit in the parking lot

& people wonder why I’m strange

but just peaceful and loving.

So this dude asked my why the sky is blue

And I was wondering how to answer

Because it’s such a theoretical question

With a metaphysical reply

 

But surrealism?

 

I’m maybe not so sure it gives me visions of war…

I guess it’s like why lime green nail polish tastes funny…