distraction
sometimes I feel like I am pushing
a baby buggy full of rocks
I want to put on my pink gorilla suit,
climb onto my bicycle and coast
up and down Mainstreet Ave.
waving at the cars that pass me by

I want to throw myself on the ground
and scream out profanities
blame the government for everything
unappealing in my life
until the cops come and haul me away

I want to sing Amazing Grace
(opera-style, of course)
until my throat hurts and I
feel parched
And the crowd is going wild

but instead I will sit here in this
boring meeting
while my colleagues ramble incoherently
about profit shares and marketability
and hope that my retirement comes before
insanity sets in.


cherish you
my mind spins like a
kaliedescope,
star-blitzed
cornflower aster melding
with whooping crane
origami folds your body is my temple
I venerate
your every simplicity
my body is your fortress
in which I will protect you
from harm's way the sun shines rhubarb through
the skylight
harp-strings ripping through
tempered glass
when someone believes
in your mortality


Marissa Moore