Monday, August 09, 2010

Animal Hospital

Animal Hospital

Some times like sin sugar that broke that crashes
Bruise of rib like rip off cloth and let salt
Winds scathe in eye in face I am sandy,
Long for ocean grind – but shy, but shy – “I
Don’t owe you any money don’t have to
show you all my things” – just live, okay? ‘Cause
all our money is etch-a-sketch, and I
Think too often about the forward times
When our things are out and old on the street,
When we are out of time, stink, are the laughed
At lucky ones or, worse, screaming in two
Different hospitals, species strangers,
Unknown/unknowing.

This is the ailing
Of peace, the rearrangement of passion.
We do not kiss but strum ourselves apart.
The sun has its sins, the heart its heavy.
This poem should be longer, and more careful.
Give me time.

2 comments:

M R said...

reminds me of the spoken word work of steven jesse bernstein...
are you familiar with his work ?

Cheikon Schaapz said...

Hello Sophie Robinson! I'm from Caracas-Venezuela. My name's Luis Chacon. I'm a section poetical editor in www.inspirulina.com, STAND UP POETRY.
I would like to publishing some of your poems in this site. Would you like?
I requiere your resume, ten o more poems and a picture of you.
Please, check it out STAND UP POETRY section this link:
http://www.inspirulina.com/KiraKariakin
My email is schaapz@gmail.com

Best regards!

Luis Chacon