on high school.

m thinking now that i have thought of it i may be spinning in the wrong direction
as in, the world is going the other way.
Im just sitting here
spinning
clearly
ignorant to the changes going on around me
the way the ocean has changed
or the trees, because the trees have certainly changed
for they like me
have been struck down, shaved, and remodeled into something unfamiliar
its called
paper.
flimsy, easily broken and often too white for its own good, unless it is green
like the leaves used to be (how my
curls used to be)
before they were straightened
or the paper could be black.
like the graduation announcements for
oakland school for the arts second commencement ceremony.
black and purple
chosen, mostly in part by those that found out about the pizza.
but back to the world
the trees have changed, and the ocean yes, the ocean.
also the air
is dusty with the sexual tension of the flowers.




( the flowers are fucking, and I am not)
(this is a problem)
(dont worry, im on it)
therefore, i assume the bees have also transformed, now
to be the condoms to the flowers that are fucking.
everyday
(unlike me, let me remind you)
yes the pavement
the pavement, the ground.
the ground has become soft, as to
envelope me
take me under its tender care, the soil
pretending to love my skin ( i have soft skin, you know)
(my hands especially)
the soil, is moist from the rain.
the rain has sprung from the ocean
which has changed
while i was standing
and alas.
the world is spinning and i am still.
goodbye
march.