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We Were Earth
by Shannon AdeleWorms Playing with ghosts
in the basement. Licking dirt
from each others
tongues wondering
if they would always
taste like love.
Spiro Agnew
background buzzing
in television snow complaining
about the cruel skin
Of coconuts and how we
would need so many hammers
Eyes cracking
shells like sugar
glass between wooden teeth
and you saying
Adele, youre never gonna get it
And I guess I never did
Get it?
Always coming
never going. Ending
up nowhere
and everywhere
all at once.
Like when we were in Macon
France and fermer vos yeux
was all the trees would say
but our eyes just didnt
want to close when
the grass smelled
Like children
throwing bricks
at red balloons. Suddenly
certain any ghosts
in the basement are nothing
beyond linen and laundry
over wet wood. But now
we are stuck being so full of soil
and so sensitive to light.
10/14/2006 Posted on 02/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Shannon Adele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/15/07 at 03:57 PM Well done! |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 03/20/07 at 01:19 AM I somehow didn't know that you had you a pathetic.org account but I was just stalking your internet presence and I'm glad I did because I think that this is a truly fantastic piece of writing and I'm going to go read more. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/05/08 at 08:52 PM this makes me think of amelie. beautiful poem, shannon. |
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