In Which I Copy Lines from Poems from Chiloquin Juniors


I live in the necks of trees
As the trees hide in the mist
My soul is hidden in a willow tree.
Spring rain burns away my listlessness.
You may see my thoughts like fish
swimming underwater.
I am unassailable within the citadel of my mind.
I try to fly, take flight from all
the truculent people in this world.
Pain is always combined with doubt.
Harsh stories as black and cold as night, mean words.
Can you hear me now?
The silence is like a yell being smothered with a pillow.
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TODAY'S THOUGHTS ABOUT THE TRAIN THAT BRAYS
THROUGH CHILOQUINALL HEY AND HEY
HERE I COME I COME I COME ALL EGO AND PUSH
AND SHOVE THROWING ITS WEIGHT AROUND
MAKING CARS WAIT BARGING BETWEEN
CONVERSERS AND THOUGHTS WITH NO MANNERS
AND THEN GONE THOUGH WE'RE STILL HERE
RESUMING WHAT WE DO
A LITTLE ADDLED AND CUT THROUGH


HEY, wait up! wait UP! WAIT UP!
Posted by Laura Gamache at 12:49 PM