New Poem

Renewable Energy


It starts in the back
and carries all over the body.
Happiness, like a light sweet crude
streams through the veins,
self-lubricates your smile
as your son taps a melody
to the song your daughter sings
against the last dregs of daylight.

Can it be that simple? Happiness,
that composted emotion
has turned your one-time
trash heap of a life
into a grand patch of green.
Or is it that you’ve become
what surrounds you:
a beauty so arbitrary
it’s renewed with each use.

Comments

Maya Ganesan said…
Well, I think this is absolutely amazing.

"...as your son taps a melody / to the song your daughter sings / against the last dregs of daylight." Spectacular!
odessa said…
a beauty so arbitrary
it’s renewed with each use - this is so lovely!

january, i love how its short and sweet, but also very thought-provoking in its quiet way.
kj said…
this is terrific.
inspiring.
melodic.
& true.
odessa said…
p.s. i just saw that you're reading "...Suck City". yay!
"can it be that simple?"

that's a powerful question.
BB said…
I really like the clash of:

"light sweet crude"

~ it's good to be reading you again :-)

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