revolupo - Poetry and Revolution

5amIt's almost 5am. Going back to sleep in a minuteJust thought i'd blow you another kissThis one lands on your lips, light and sweetLike a hummingbird kissing a flowerLike a butterfly kissing the breeze The hummingbird doesn't always come back To the same flowerBut i do 

CHOCOLATE WORLD  Oh let meFeed you egg and oatmeal morningsJust like mother should have doneDress you warmly when it's stormingGet you smiling like a hot butteredBun filled girl with a cocoa mustacheAnd a big brother on every street cornerWaiting to kick the ass of any stupidFool dumb enough to try to harm you  Oh won't you be my bun filled girl And let me keep you fat and sassy Play with me in a chocolate world And you and i can be family  

MY SLEEPING VOLCANOWhen you rise upYou will shake the earthYou will fill the skyWith burning rockAnd rattle our brainsWith the shock Of the deep And beautiful

SLEEPING BEAUTYThe monsters came again last night. This timeThey stayed. They wrapped you up in spider webAnd filled your mouth with bitter taste, your eyes With shade. They danced a line around your bed And a forest grew. Thorns and brambles sprangUp through the floor. The clock stopped. The minutes Fled. And no sun rose for you. The rain Came down forever with no forgiveness  I am afraid of monsters and the brambles Tear my skin. I am afraid of spiders And the webs they weave. I fear the jungleBut i will not leave. I am your midnight riderWith a strong right arm and a captive heartAnd i will find a way into the dark  

NO LIGHTSNo lights, no stars, maybe a half moonBehind the thick clouds. After a whileYour eyes get used to the dark. The trees loomLike an almost remembered tune. A forgotten lineOn a roadsign comes to mind, and the wind whinesLike a lost child, or was it a cow's lowingAnd i'm showing you the night for the first timeYour hand in mine, fear turns to a half knowingConfidence and you laugh in the dark and let goAnd oh so proud am i to be your guideThat i forget i've brought you to a wildAnd scary place where time slows downTo a scream in a sullen forest with a hidden faceAnd even the crickets are not what they seem 

IT'S NOVEMBERI was counting the days for the first month or twoI thought i could hurry up the time by writing all the letters I should have written when i was with you But i wrote none of them My friends know i'm alive But are starting to wonder I think of them often I think of you often Are you well? Are you writing? Are you fed up with me? I leave for Paris on Wednesday If you want me to write I will

THE EARTH OPENED UP The earth opened up and swallowed meI held your hand in mine. Then it was emptyDarkness. Night. But hot and suffocatingWas it thunder or the sound of my heart breakingI open my mouth and dirt fills my throatMy limbs are frozen, my eylids pinned openI can’t close my eyes. They burn. I chokeI am buried alive. No breath. No hopeAnd i remember how much you loved me So recently that i can almost feel Your lips in a dying kiss. And i believeYou’ll come to rescue me, but the clock ticksAnd the time goes by, and you don’t come backAnd the earth presses down, and my bones crack 

WAGON TRAINYou save them up And make a little wagon of each one Cargo of bitterness. Yoke of steel Our long sweet love broken on the wheel And every sin becomes a story Every story a rawhide whipMy back is torn and bleeding As i draw our caravan across the burning sandThis is love with no forgiveness, no forgetting A perfect desert in the iron grip of a perfect memory And every day another wagon joins the train I lift the yoke and dream of rain.   

RACCOON It wasn't a raccoon  you heard last night It was me I roam the streets around your house Hoping for a late night glimpse of you Walking the cat or watering the lawn (do they ever water lawns in seattle?) I hang out with the raccoons So i won't be noticed Except by the raccoons They think i'm kind of strange I make funny noises just like them But i tell such bad jokes And i'm always sighing And staring up at your window Your psychotic cat comes out and growls at me But it doesn’t scare me It just makes me lonely I miss you I want you to scratch my tummy And ruffle the fur behind my ears I miss you The other raccoons are friendly But they're not much fun And they never laugh at my jokes I miss you I want to bite your neck Kiss your lips And hear you sigh  

THE MUSIC OF SNOW You are the middle of a river With no beginning and no end A child opening a rainbowOn the first birthday party of the universeA wise old woman Who finally remembers how to sing againAfter a thousand years of listeningTo the sun riseAnd the moon fallYou are my love hidden in surprising placesSmooth still water and ocean tidesI love your mouthBecause you taste of lemon and sunlightWhen i kiss you, i hear the music of snow falling   

MICEI put them in a box with a checkerboard bottom and counted the squares they coveredI counted the boli too, mouse turds – another sign of activity, the professor told me – then I put them in a cage and filled the sink with waterI lowered the cage slowly into the waterand watched the tiny bubbles rise to the surfaceI didn’t feel bad, not at all, well maybeI felt a little bad about not feeling bad in the biology lab, men in white coats would cut off the tops of the headsand put the tiny brains into a centrifugesome of the mice had been raised in a happy farmwith lots of playmates and plenty of toys and gamesothers had been raised alonethe theory was that these lone mice would grow up with smaller brainswould be less active – even shitting less –we also learned that if you gave them friendship and then took it awaythey would cower in a corner and shake with grief

Where do you go When i’m not thinking of you Skiing in Aspen or hiding in a haikuAre you a snowflake or a yellow black tigerWhen i forget you are you still my girl Nobody else can hurt me so bad Just by not being thereNobody else can make the day so fairOr the night glad How do you disappear so perfectlyInto the bone, into the boneI look at you and i see home  

BASTARDI was a bastard although i didn't mean to be, programmed to make myself unhappy along with anyone else foolish enough to get involved. I don’t generally bother to tell the story any more because every woman has heard it, had it so often, she just gets bored and irritated by it. Boy gets girl, feels tied down, so is mean and nasty and drives her away, only then realising what a treasure he has lost. Obviously to the extent i really love you, i would walk through fire to keep you away from me or anyone like me. I used to think the next time would be better because now i understood how stupid i had been, but that only meant i could see it coming not that i could do anything about it. Why am i still here?   

WRITE ME A LOVE LETTER… Ok, Lucy, this is for you. I love How you pull away the football just Before I kick it. You drive me crazy and I Love it. You make life a big surprise and I Love it. You think you’re mean to me and Sometimes I do too, but what would life Be like without you? A rock has no surprises Neither does a football Unless you’re holding it 

INVISIBLE LINE If i’d known you were sleeping downstairs alone I would have called you and whispered words of love Sleepy with sleep, you would pick up the phone That you keep by your pillow. The quiet buzz No one else could hear would be our song And the long thin invisible line from mouth To ear would be our kiss. The far away dawn Would hide in the shadows like a timid mouse And you would be mine, only mine, and I Would be gentle and kind, with a quiet voice And strong arms that could reach across the sea And wrap you in moonlight. No traffic noise The dawn would nibble cheese in a corner And we would touch and whisper please forever  

OCEAN I remember you climbing into bed with meI left the door unlocked. Your skin was cool As the morning breeze. Your lips were redYour eyes were green. Your taste as sweet as sin And i remember you fitting into my body So perfectly i thought you were part of me Lost in the mist of time, found in a lucky Twist of fate. And oh so hard to believeThat all over the world there must beMillions just as much in love as weHolding each other close, full of the sameOcean overflowing from soul to soulIt's time to go. I sigh your name. I kiss Your mouth and try float above the pain   

BROKEN I knew it would hurt somebodyI thought it would be meBut that was alrightI’m used to that, made for it, evenAnd i knew that just one night with youWould be worth years of unhappiness Was i afraid of how you would hurt me?No. But i knew i should be. Then you did the one thing i wasn’t prepared forHow could you be so foolish, so careless, so braveHow could i know you would put into my shaking handsYour family, your life, your sanity – and mineNow as i stand here helplessly watching you Torn into pieces by your own raging heartHow can i tell you it was never meant to beI was already broken. I was giving you the piecesNot taking yours. Not taking yours   

ARGENTINA We were at a party And you were saying goodbye to two of your friends They were from ArgentinaOne of them had long fingernails as if he played the guitarYou smiled at me and pointed at his fingernails And i understood. We were so in love You were wearing your red sweater Dark red, maroon - and i was handsomeEveryone wanted you, but you were in love with meIt was the end of the party and someone was cryingYou went to comfort her. You said to me Someone always has a broken heart at the end of a party I woke up and tried to call you But no one answered 

ME INSIDEi am running and lifting weights all daybending and stretching, swimming through chlorine infested waters that would kill a shark the way a salt bath melts a snail on a green garden path. i am dieting and taking pills of every size, colour and descriptionhoping for a body that will give you chillsthrills and make you wet with anticipationeven though i know you don’t give a damnabout any of this, well don’t care muchanyway, don’t crave muscles and a well tannedhide, just want me, my body, such as it is, because it’s got me inside itthere all the time, i guess, but it took you to find it  

CHAMPION I am holding you in my arms and kissing youAsleep. The owl is in the air and its dark wingFills the sky, but I am here whispering to youBreathing into your mouth until the lark singsYou are my child, my baby, my good little girlMy fallen warrior, wounded but heart strongKnown through the seven kingdoms as a fearlessChampion of the small and weak, a righter of wrongsNow you are laid low by the creatures of the nightNow you are shaking with weariness and frightAnd your sword flashes at friend and foe alikeBut I bare my breast, for you will not strikeAnd I press my heart to yours. My darling, restTomorrow you begin again your quest