Thursday, June 30, 2005

When I win (Crossing fingers)

I sent my poem to be viewed by the outside world. I'll post my poem, "Every Day Here in Lakewood," after I win, I hope I hope. I don't want to get accused of publishing it on here. I'm sure it isn't what they are talking about, putting it on the blog, but the word publish is all over this blog. When I finish writing something, it feels like having baby. So much care and thought goes into it, and then after the labor, gets chewed up in the world. Doesn't cry much though, a silent baby. I like those. Maybe that is the secret why I like writing so much. I do exclude writing for college papers- that's more like rat babies born in drive-thru deliveries.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Sad Life of Trees

They sit
or stand on the ground
where they were planted from flying propellers
and grow up.
They wave their leaves with the help of the wind
but never leave.
Never get to travel, see the world,
visit or learn the cultures of other trees
or wade their roots in the sand.
Trees never get to travel on a train
and see the cows
sitting on the ground
churning their milk.
Trees never get to lie on their backs,
have branches behind their head
and look at the stars.
Never fall in love.
They stay put
and watch life pass by
next to roads
in back yards
or between buildings
getting pissed on
fighting their fellow leaves
for the warm sun’s attention.

My Blog Name (Part 1)

Erin gave me this name in prefix, asking for something, usually the car. Sort of a dedication to her, using it for my blog site, because she started all this among us.