I want to be a penny,
laying on rails,
waiting for a train.
Have you ever seen a penny after fifty grain cars flatten it into
oblong coolness?
I’m tired
of worthless,
collected in topless mason jars,
saved
just to be stolen,
for some blow and a little weed.
I want to be cool,
smashed into something somebody finds,
and says,
“Wow, check this out.”
Instead of,
“tails, bad luck,”
and thrown inside some bushes,
to be alone;
a penny from hell.
I’d rather rain from Heaven on poor people with mason jars for food; with hope.
I want to be cool.
I want to quit smoking;
kill two birds with one
engine
pulling thousands of tons of
oblong creating coolness.
I want to be a penny,
laying on rails,
waiting for a train.
Just thinking....
Just thinking....
5 comments:
I like this piece. In fact, It relates so well to how most women feel about their physical selves… wanting them to be altered, different, longer, leaner…
I also think it perfectly states our need to be special, different from all the other pennies in the can.
;-)
Delightfully provocative and powerful.
Oh, my ... that is just lovely! Henry, it is very nice to meet you.
Pamela
Very interesting poem. I like the refrain, and I feel the desolation.
Fabulous pairing of image & poem. The voice is terrific, the musings startling and yet so sensible - of course, "I want to be a penny,/laying on the rails". Who wouldn't?
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