Hello my readers, here is a poem I wrote for one of my poetry classes. It was recently workshopped but I thought I should share it in it’s original form, once edited and played around with I might post a new version. This is welcome to multiple interpretations which is something I discovered during the workshop. The title of the poem is inspired by MBV’s song “Blown a Wish”.
This poem is dedicated to many, to all, and to one.
If Thinking Could Be Blown Away
I Blow a wish, rouged between peaches
Yellow dazed with our songs and stars, that
Sliver the lines of horizontal disturbance.
II Road trivia, mapped over the exit signs
I see: PTSD, regurgitation, OCD, evaluation,
BTT, embrace, RTS, laceration – we made it.
III Sometimes these check points stop the search
For our brothers and sisters, we won the game
So why not forget about it later?
VI Between fare and the absence of farewell,
Blow a wish and the wished to be blown,
Forget and receive to forgetting to receive.
V If thinking could be blown away
Harmonize the new horizon of the sunset greens,
Into hues coughed, spit, red regurgitated
Ojos naranjas para siempre.
VI Raptures of trauma, fish have memories too
Like the time when the cow jumped over the moon,
Raptures housed in perennial asylum.
VII And let’s have this conversation over bird spikes
Feathers ruffled, explosion, exploitation, exploration
Written on flesh tones.
VIII With every act of violence
Bares the weight of ecstasy, a chance
To turn on the lovers and the poets to fixation.
IX Resist, persist, and I insist to enlist
This break and judgement, to let peaches
Roll into eyes blown to reminiscence.
X Will these perennial flashbacks finalize
Life’s trivia, road side games – fishes have memories
Too, let’s keep driving.