An ode to you. An ode to –tion.

and i begin this creation
without a destination
but since our conversation
i’ve had this inspiration

so let’s discuss this fascination
with our current generation
the confines of education
that provide our liberation

hold close the degradation,
deprivation, dehydration
and enfold the cultivation
of every aggravation

because there’s a correlation
between our hesitation, resignation
and the malformation, isolation,
the palpitations
of this nation

now, let us take our consternation
and bring some vocalization
to menstruation, masturbation,
and sexual sensation
’cause just the smallest alteration
will be an indication
of impending culmination
of this eccentric situation.

snowy!

i think I heard
a little jazz chord
as my feet tickled
the ivory snow

even my scarf
was dancing
with its tassels
bouncing up and down
anticipating the next chord
disguised as a snowflake

and my musical mittens
were glad to be there, too
they collected chords
on the tips
until they were no longer mittens
but instead they were snow

and my singing shoes
were humming
a little jazz number
Ella Fitzgerald
couldn’t compare
to my shoes singing sweetly
as they tickled
the ivory snow

often times i think.

often times i think
of myself as analogous to
nature
as much a part of the earth and
sky
as a slab of soil or a
butterfly

and today
it was an eclipse
not like the half moon
that usually appears on my face
there was no sign of waxing
or waning
there was nothing to see

but i found you in your room
playing your guitar
made of nicely polished
wood
and you sang me a song
in your southern voice
as sweet as sugarcane
and strawberries from the soil

your sound was welcoming
and you looked at me
like i should open my lips
and sing
but it's hard to sing
when there's no
moonlight

i tried anyway
a small sound slipped
past my lips
and then transformed
from the humble hum of a
bumblebee
to the crash of water
on top of rocks
or a hard rain on the pavement
and i shook
and was frightened
by the sudden transformation

but my fears were eased
when i saw your eyes
were the same lucid color as the water
falling from my face
to the floor
and i was comforted even more
by the stars in your eyes
that i used to recognize
in my own

so i was thinking lately
about my connection
to nature
about the waterfalls
and moons
and stars
that create the world around me