The words
cease to resonate,
not my voice's fault
nor the walls,
it is the absence of
my yang,
sister self;
emerging,
new world
unsheathing its
unease:
there were two
cries of joy.
Reverberation or
affirmation,
and was there ever
a difference
in the sando shops
where we stole
tuna mayo onigiri,
or in the hospital,
where we were no longer
wide-eyed and
buck-toothed,
and you learned
your husband was infertile;
you hadn’t seen
your reflection
in years,
no matter how much
I tried
to see mine,
so in the bridges
where the futatsu dirty
faced bandits
used to roam;
one on the side
where the stars
could greet her
and the other
facing the earth
and its restraints,
only tremors
from our lips,
identical tones;
I was your shadow,
you, the moon.
Now; in the barren
cadence of one-half
of a voice,
with her half message,
the hitotsu
phantom warrior
cuffed herself
to the hand-made robes
and teary-eyed skies
of her memories.
Categories:
sando, growing up, i miss
Form: Free verse
um....
rocrozoleum....lanyaut...doowallo?
if...
schmyganady guzop-deneregg
then...
retactowin...prefeckin detectallis terello
and...
gastagorius slaminia
eh...?
sando deneth
stan sand
Categories:
sando, analogy, wind,
Form: Free verse
In my gleam of consciousness
I crush on a lady of complete awesomeness
Her body is fruity
The very epitome of beauty!
Esther Sando: a lady of virtue
That always makes use of her IQ
Her smile that passes
Like Summer's buzz
Subdues my heart to tremble
With her fair face Portia to resemble.
She is out and out beautiful!
A queen fit only for the faithful
You could wonder how she's created
If only she were not an angel.
Categories:
sando, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme