2 June 2002 | Vol. 2, No. 2
"I Feel Like We Grow Off of Each Other"
Without with I would still be
in the corner lamenting over the insignificances.
Talking causally to my artificial curios,
feeling indebted for their engraving hugs.
Filtering through the vehemence
and distortion raises the shade of color
that nature neglected to mix. Our new
neighbors can breathe underwater, their
system emulates a night sky at noon.
Inhale nothing and exhale everything. Maybe-just-maybe
Advertise freethinking in all
ceramic lawn ornaments. The home with
the most pink flamingos wins the autumn festival.
Stuck in a never ending cops and robbers.
My hands loosen the net, while the voices
induce the mutations;
so I can forgive the skyscrapers for blocking my view.
Locust with an appetite
for all resources.
"I'm tired are you ready for bed?"
Orchids slip vigilantly into our
mouths, tonight we'll eat five and
watch for weeks at all the civilizations
dancing with the silence.
About the author:
Allen Boothe was raised in Virginia, where he stayed until he graduated from high school. After lingering around for a couple of years, he crossed the country to live briefly in San Diego. On his way, he stopped to meet some friends in Tucson, Arizona, where he currently lives. His work has appeared in two issues of Better Than a Stick in the Eye and the current issue of Dreampeople.org, with an acceptance for a piece in the next. He will also be appearing in a print magazine from Australia named Curious Records. He can be reached at ryanrender@aol.com.
For further reading:
Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 2, No. 2, where ""I Feel Like We Grow Off of Each Other"" ran on June 2, 2002. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
