January 16, 2011

Poem Changes Her State

the gist of the line or a palette
filled with culture, plastic and
the casual violence of progress

and she teases out of the everyday
daylight sparkles of irony or
a watery chop of sarcasm washing

all those states of being entangled with
patriarchy, its formulated use
of her, her skills, hands across

her mouth, hardly making a
mark, but a thieving all
the things she’d wishes into being

hers, art, justice, the wild
grins of kids by the cleaned-up
pond, standing tall, unprecedented

contact across the impossible
would mean a new paradigm for
touch, lightlight, there and safe

1 comment:

Jeremy Stewart said...

"cleaned-up / pond" is gold, exactly right, and I think very original

keep on