Your Favorite Poems

evolveme · 04-24-2010, 06:02 PM

If you’re inside me at the hockey game,
you’re inside the arena
when the winning goal’s scored and octopi

thrown onto the ice. A Detroit thing,
as in Cambodia, they don’t play hockey
or call it Cambodian food, it’s just food,

but if you’re inside me and I go
to Angkor Wat, you see how tourism
destroys the past. This love of ours

has done little for you thus far
in this poem. If you’re inside me
when I write a letter urging my senator

to vote against the death penalty,
you’re ineffectual in your outrage too.
But it feels good, doesn’t it,

when I can’t decide if I need
a four or five inch bolt, to be the voice
inside me saying, does it matter,

as I am the voice inside you saying,
I am the voice inside you, the voice
beside your voice inside you, the voice

holding the hand of that voice,
which is anatomically impossible
though romantically essential. If you

are inside me I am lucky: I am lucky:
therefore you are inside me: that’s called
a proof. I’m serious: I don’t know

what good the death penalty does.
“Cruel and inhuman” sounds like a law firm.
You sound like everything to me.

04-24-2010, 06:02 PM	#11
evolveme Member How Do You Identify?: honeysuckle venom Preferred Pronoun?: a pistol and a sugar cane Relationship Status: I promise to aid and abet Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: in between poems where ceilings are floors and joe ghost floats achromatic toward day Posts: 514 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 229 Thanked 735 Times in 228 Posts Rep Power: 503699	The travels of true love - Bob Hicock If you’re inside me at the hockey game, you’re inside the arena when the winning goal’s scored and octopi thrown onto the ice. A Detroit thing, as in Cambodia, they don’t play hockey or call it Cambodian food, it’s just food, but if you’re inside me and I go to Angkor Wat, you see how tourism destroys the past. This love of ours has done little for you thus far in this poem. If you’re inside me when I write a letter urging my senator to vote against the death penalty, you’re ineffectual in your outrage too. But it feels good, doesn’t it, when I can’t decide if I need a four or five inch bolt, to be the voice inside me saying, does it matter, as I am the voice inside you saying, I am the voice inside you, the voice beside your voice inside you, the voice holding the hand of that voice, which is anatomically impossible though romantically essential. If you are inside me I am lucky: I am lucky: therefore you are inside me: that’s called a proof. I’m serious: I don’t know what good the death penalty does. “Cruel and inhuman” sounds like a law firm. You sound like everything to me. __________________ Class, race, sexuality, gender and all other categories by which we categorize and dismiss each other need to be excavated from the inside. - Dorothy Allison