penned

June 24, 2010
I can't
can't write
poems
shut up like this

with no air
but the wind dulled
and squished
and hummed
and processed
through air conditioner

don't they understand
I can't write about it
not experiencing it

nature caged
dies like a tiger in the zoo
or wind swept into a box
and wilts as a flower in a room





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