Treasure Island

John Courtney

(05-22-1982 / Philadelphia)

Walking To School


Alone on the way
to school, I take my legs
and kick one of many stones
down the sidewalk,
I stop my right leg mid-kick
to watch a weed enter
the world through a crack
in the cement,

demoted to a field-less fate,
here is a child like me that
climbed all the way here for this.

From the same root
tulips scream at me moving
the air aside, four gorgeous
sisters at the foot
of an oak tree,

faces are like this,
beautiful, ugly, and spun
from confused colors,
while the world
pours forth a price
with daylight and eyes.

From the same root,
I take my legs and kick
one of many stones
down the sewer, I take
my hands, yank the weed,
carefully pick the tulips,
piss on an oak tree
down my leg.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
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