| all that poetry is all that poetry is is just writing down what it looks like & sounds like from the mind of a two year old child reading life in any which way other than the way in which it's written feeding the fish that swim in the heart or jumping from a rooftop at sunset (Previously published in Red Fez) ©Lester Allen 2008 |
| the cock and the swan it's a pair of shoes tucked in an inappropriate corner or forgetting to buy lunch meat at the grocery store it's a road trip with poor directions or none at all careless syllables slipping off the lips that aren't readily retrieved all the tiny little things that make up the big thing the mystery we live but do not bother trying to solve like a drunk dinner conversation at your parent's place that goes nowhere and ends in god like me standing in the doorway talking to tigers from a distant planet in the universe that is your mind doing that then quietly shutting the door behind me (Previously published in Kill Poet) ©Lester Allen 2008 |
| battleground hate came so simple then the power-struggle of men in the infant stages of the school yard bred through the awkward eyes of jealousy and indifference the ugliness of upbringing on display in prey upon the weak and misfortunate getting your guts punched in for wearing cheap shoes or moving about awkward in the youth of bodies trying to work it out with words that fell like darts at the base of the board we made our monsters there amidst the cold sting of monkey-bars and teeters of see-saws - the invisible walls of the four-square world of our existence like cubs in first freedom from their mother facing conflict we learned to fight the fight when there was nowhere left to run we fashioned our shells to protect us from the world that they've held up as good as they have still strikes with a surprise and spreads a smile across the face so rarely displayed while enduring the pain of making it ©Lester Allen 2008 |