THE 21ST CENTURY IS A WONDERFUL TIME FOR POETS!
YOU MOONLIGHT! FEEL JOY!
Your voice
can now thunder past ceiling fans!
you are no longer hindered by your own projections
Your voice can be emulated and re-emulated,
distributed through networks of broad jaws
We have Twitter to scissor our poems
Facebook’s pages are littered with opportunity
Tumblr, WordPress, Instagram
snag a heart and break it on an altar surrounded by 1000s
or write for change, create a rip current in tidepools
Do not think this easy though.
Everyone has voice.
Everyone is trying to be heard.
Not just poets.
The internet is a scream,
and you are a whisper.
Show me the moon
like our house is made of glass,
light caught between doors and windows
illuminating our bodies naked in word,
mounting our privacy on paper.
Give me your deathbed wishes unfulfilled
and I will show you every spring you’ve breathed
every sunset you woke up for.
I want you to hesitate texting me a love poem because you won’t know how I’ll respond
and I want to be doing the same thing, hesitating to send you a love poem
because I don’t know how you’ll respond
but then we both send each other love poems at the same time
and we are happy
we are happy we are both alive at the same time.
YOU MOONLIGHT! FEEL JOY!
Your voice
can now thunder past ceiling fans!
you are no longer hindered by your own projections
Your voice can be emulated and re-emulated,
distributed through networks of broad jaws
We have Twitter to scissor our poems
Facebook’s pages are littered with opportunity
Tumblr, WordPress, Instagram
snag a heart and break it on an altar surrounded by 1000s
or write for change, create a rip current in tidepools
Do not think this easy though.
Everyone has voice.
Everyone is trying to be heard.
Not just poets.
The internet is a scream,
and you are a whisper.
Show me the moon
like our house is made of glass,
light caught between doors and windows
illuminating our bodies naked in word,
mounting our privacy on paper.
Give me your deathbed wishes unfulfilled
and I will show you every spring you’ve breathed
every sunset you woke up for.
I want you to hesitate texting me a love poem because you won’t know how I’ll respond
and I want to be doing the same thing, hesitating to send you a love poem
because I don’t know how you’ll respond
but then we both send each other love poems at the same time
and we are happy
we are happy we are both alive at the same time.
