Inspired by living once again in civilization after a period of homelessness. |
Traps Don’t fall into the traps. Death and some other things feel so comfortable to slip into. A field of poppies on the way to Oz. You will forget your inner sinews And search only for fine fabric for your soft skin. Lulled by civilization Into forgetting your totem animal. Don’t fall into the traps. Traps that don’t look dangerous. The ones that smile and hold out a hand with a steaming mug of coffee In a cozy room with rain dripping down the windowpane Pattering on the roof. Don’t take it. Turn and run. Run faster than you ever have before. College town of Tempe, Arizona Small, safe streets lined with boutiques and Coffee Plantations The city offers such comforts That you may forget The ground beneath the twinkling Pleasure Island Was once sown by ancient people With seeds, bulbs, drumbeats Lava and dinosaur bones And rocks so still That nothing but the wind sighed through them. The brightly lit shops are built upon the Indians’ land. People stroll miles above, unaware, forgetful As the lattes and face creams obscure The vestiges of a war cry far away. |