LIVING WILE GROWING

Living while growing

Living while growing is not an easy thing.
Living while stretching and bouncing like a ball
Up into the hand and smashed back down to the ground just to bounce back- up.
Bounce like rubber.
Bullets whiz by.
Bounce.
And fly.
Bounce high my friend. Because you are going to come down.
You are going to come to an unfortunate end.
Living while growing is not an easy thing.

Like a ping - pong ball. Back and fourth.
Between good and evil?
Whose dreams do we steal? Who’s darkness shall we reveal?
Who’s scared?
Who’s insecurities shall we deal…
Out…
Into the public...

Into the public eye.
That musty hand must throw.
That ball must fly.
Don’t cry!

Why not even I
Can live while growing with out letting some part of me die.

Ship wrecked in my mind.
Blood curdles up the spine.
Palestine.

My friend from camp.
David.
Stares at me
Hopelessly
Knowing with no avail my thoughts. Fucking Hippie.

My brain all tie died.
The great divide.
A time in-between someone’s ideas and there mind.

While my yellow bellied kind
Sit in our living rooms.

The situation in the Middle East.
The media swoons.

My mothers vacuum cleaner zooms.

Wait?

Is my mother here?
Is she really this near?
Can she will she be there?
Is that her mouth?
Is that her fork?

Is she in New York?

Did she hear the blast?

Of the double- No wait!
Triple Pain crash?

Are all her memories dashed?

My mother lives here.
My mother lives in New York.
My mother lives in Afghanistan.
What is mine?
My mother lives in Palestine.

Living while growing is not an easy thing.
Watch the deep blue lake.
The sunset.
The master plan
Gods hand.
A home…
Land.
Living while growing is not an easy thing.
Sit.
Watch the sunset.
And swing.