Treasure Island

Mimi Mata

(11/02/1981 / San Diego, California)

Things From An Inanimate Point of View (By Mimi C Mata)

I cannot comprehend,
Things from an inanimate point of view;

How a vase can become precious,
When one forgets the flower...

Or how the potency of suggestion infuses the streets,
When flesh becomes like wine,
For all the drunkards...

It seems to me,
Not many care to understand,
The vast pastures,
Behind the eyes.
The capacity and beauty,
Of the heart's allegorical measure,
Is forgotten by the crevice speaking,
Inbetween the thigh...

Or how about the recommendation,
Of the soul's capacity to be like an ocean?
Perhaps the most wonderful cure,
For all the sad wayward leaves...

Or how about the words of a poet
To fill a drunk one's ears?
Before they are poisoned
By perverse suggestion...

So, you see?
You see my friend,
I will feed the flower,
And forget about the vase...

For I cannot comprehend,
Things from an inanimate point of view;

How a vase can become precious...
When one forgets the flower.

Submitted: Saturday, September 13, 2008
Edited: Monday, September 15, 2008
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