My Rock

There’s a rock on my foot

it bites me

digs me

will it rub into a pearl?

 

I walk,

it’s there,

it hurts,

will it rub into a pearl?

 

I ran across cemetery

saw Strange rock on head

what does it bite?

Will it rub into a pearl?

 

Faces, colorful faces,

laughing, holding pitiful

the rock, rock is heavy,

will it rub into a pearl?

 

Faces, ugly faces,

clutching my rock,

they won’t give it back

will it rub into a pearl?

 

I run,

ugly faces hoard my rock,

it bites me harder

will it rub into a pearl?

 

a cry in the sun,

fat faces,

my rock flies and weighs,

will it rub into a pearl?

 

Fat, colorful, ugly,

I surrender

they need my rock

will it rub into a pearl?

 

Will the biting, digging, flying, crying, clutching, hoarding,

pitiful, ugly, colorful,

cry surrendered rub into a Strange pearl on my foot?

I think not, let me be in cemetery.

~ by cupabeans on June 24, 2008.