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“Ink runs from the corner of my mouth…there is no happiness like mine…I have been eating poetry…” ~ Mark Strand

~Jenuine

I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
graff art pieced up on a wall
barbed wire and train cars
neon signs flickering, fading
traffic lights and busstops
newspaper blankets and
dumpster delicacies

I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
dew drops on blades of grass
fog rolling off the sea
the thrum of a hummingbird’s flight
orangeblossoms in spring
the sun’s warm rays on a cool day
the salt of the ocean in the air
bursts of color everywhere blooming

I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
revolution
becoming unsilenced
truth being uttered out of the throats of children
a flickering flame in a dark cave
shining light on injustice
exposing the true face of corruption

I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
salty tears streaming down your face
the cold steel of his eyes
her lips set into a frown
the echoing emptiness in the hallways of her heart
the wistful longing in your eyes
the deadened numbness in his touch
her body wincing in pain

I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
tulips pushing up through snow to explode into bloom
sunbeams and raindrops mingling into rainbows
sea’s swells subsiding into calm
brilliant dawn after darkest night
lush oasis offering respite from scortching desert
cool quenching downpour after parched drought
hope

I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
you
me
us
them
him
her
we
our
life