Plastic Moments
If something is made from artificial limbs
does it exist or does it just look like it exists?
I sit under the tall palm tree betting on life
with paper monopoly money
I wonder if this board game will take me to more trees
so I can steal your island and make you rent it.
Plastic straws strew the gutter
and I have questions about littering and lies.
I stand outside and I can hear a dog barking in theneighborhood,
he says my name in dog
he licks a stone and makes it his own.
I can feel the sun on my back
as I walk towards no one on the beach
where water is making equations out of molecules
and I am contemplating mornings and why they exist.
Why do we stand here, like statues, all of us?
As if we have a meaning in our eyes
when in reality we are all singing the theme song
to show that was cancelled when the star
went into rehab and found his mother’s soul
on a milk carton he threw away
the one liquid he drank, with no straw.
There are spoonfuls of sugar and artificial sweetener
take your pick, we are looking for spices on the wrong table.
There are only a few ketchup packets here and hot sauce fromTaco Bell.
We should sit at this fast food restaurant,
the both of us and have this conversation.
Politics aside, let’s talk about philosophy and feminism
and the way that female dogs are the biggest insult
when in fact they are beautiful beings…
The bark of the dog and the bark of the tree
don’t know each other, they only share syllables.
And you and me and everyone else
we could also have the same name
and mean diametrically opposing concepts.
What is a name but a symbol that represents our soul?
While it is naked in a forest
looking for a leaf to cover itself and be decent.
What is a body, but the physical manifestation of all of oursecrets?
What is there to talk about in this senseless room?
That has only one window
where am I supposed to look when there are only plastictrees
in this house, and even they know how to die?
nina
