Come as you are,
worldly possessions carried in one hand,
an odyssey and message that rids us
of unhappiness and discontent.
You truly believe I am alive.
white beards long beards
glassy gazed dead-blow-hammer
tract marked arm scars blood rush to the head
the envious, stampede, fickle-faux, self-made
apartment buildings concrete gas lighting
condominium parking lots panicked search lights
knife blades eyes flash in the pan
so much absurdity
each time you see a platypus,
have a good laugh.
Human language is but a demo-version,
nobody is inventing anything new;
every philosopher played himself out–
the ones who used to live and did not grieve,
so now I am trying to do that,
and you cannot imagine how tough it is,
it’s like talking to a cupboard.
Where roses die and wither, I play my harp;
they call us weeds and nuisance,
but we are Conquerors,
Scared we would go blind if we carried on,
the wind offered to carry us, pushed against
hate-graffiti written paper skin vandalized by words like
‘you wont’, ‘you cant’.
Lighter than the wind but anchored,
flailing forward like a pebble cast from a sling,
made to topple giants. I am David.
They said I was a slave to failure so I learnt to run,
believing in the sun’s existence
when there was no evidence
to love myself in the face of hate when I had reasons to
burn the bridges that light my way.
Open your mouth,
here’s another pearl that regresses to an oyster;
Now we shall sing forever.
© Alicia Khoo
NaPoWriMo Day 14
Note from writer–
A poem made possible from a collage of three pieces by brilliant fellow poets:
Jesse S. Mitchell, Das Sunlight
Ilya Fostiy, Platypus.
thymoment, Despite (Senile Ramblings from a wise old homeless man pt 3)