i listen to the silence
April 26, 2011 § Leave a Comment
nothing lasts, not mosquitos sucking the blood from the tip of the skin,
not icebergs erupting into fire and mountains
everything changes from red to green and back again.
from heaven to this humus body
what does that mean now? spring has come and my brown body erupts into gunfights and golden nuggets thrown at sling shots
we talk about the revolution like seeing a double rainbow on a dry day
a red rose, a white jasmine, a black kiss
talk about it like migrants talk about night, black spray paint to hide the bruises
self destructive, running into the middle of soldiers and tanks with flip flops and beer
listen to the wind and then run the opposite way
kick, fall and get up again
refuse the poison they feed the suburbs and ghettos, kids growing bold before their time
listen to the silence of mosquitos and spring
