Written last year. Started out as a list describing me, by a friend. |
Ashtree* is not what she is... She is a crab, An overhead projector, A homeless man’s shoelace, A ‘bus prefect’ badge, A hippies moustache, Chad Michael Murray’s earlobe, A reflex angle, The dotted line on red paper, The dead insect inside lighted ‘Exit’ signs, The smell of hair product burning, Pedro’s magical pony, A colourful card, The end ring of a rattlesnakes rattle, An appendix of a beetle, The body which is a winter wonderland that freezes under the wrath of the air-conditioner, The ants that ice skate on the rink of my palm, The light in your room *globe, globe, globe* The yes, yes, yes, in agreeing that I, the light, *globe, globe, globe*, glows. WORD. She is pinned raggedly to the school wall. She puts the HISM in BUDDHISM, Which then makes her surreal, because “she be crazy”, Like Buddha. The capital L in 250mL, The diamantes in my fake gold watch, The fluffy blue-ness of this furry school, The fingernails attached to the depressed teachers and students that smile at the absurdity of this poem. *Note: not real name. |