The Corps -  Two Happy Left Feet
 
(This work is still in progress.)

They call it Peace
but there is rarely
tranquility
waiting
for my home
to shift and di
vide
beneath and 
from inside me.

I find no silence
between my 
private spanglish
dialogues on
identity and the 
frenzied flapping
banner sounds my
resolve makes as

tied to the gently
shifting pillar of
my soul

it snaps
in the roaring winds
of political static and
the sleet of loaded
stares
and empty promises
as swells of swaggers
and shrugs give way 
to tides of eyes that
lap at my ankles 
and work their way 
up.

In this torrent,
my stripes do 
waver.
But just because
I haven't killed some
body
doesn't mean I haven't 
served my country
because my boarder
doesn't stop
at Texas
and my passion doesn't 
know 
what a passport is..

Foreign winds may
cause me to swell
with pride and
curious currents
carry me higher.
In persistent turbulence
I loose my teather
and frayed edges
give way to feathers
where uncoordinated flapping
becomes driven
flight.  



Leave a Reply.

    Picture

    Poetry/Essays

    Ever since I was little I have enjoyed playing with words.  I recently went through some of my old journals (which I have been keeping since my freshman year of high school) and dug up some of my favorites.  Some of them I revised a little, and some I left as is.  Not all of the sentiments still ring true, but it is an interesting experience for me to reread and share them.  It's a little like opening an old letter from someone you haven't talked to in ages.  I am still writing plenty and I'm sure that there will be more poems and essays about my current experiences here soon.  Buen provecho!

    Archives

    November 2010
    August 2010
    February 2010
    December 2009
    October 2009
    August 2009
    February 2006

    Categories

    All
    Poems

    RSS Feed