Alexander Roussel Poems

The trees, the trees have transformed.
Bark-covered branches and twiggy-twigs become fleshy limbs,
Supple legs and reaching arms.
Hands stretch out for any passer-by,
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Fluffy white sheep,
Cotton ball clumps munching dumbly on the green,
Dewy grass – chew, chew, chew…
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Pink flowers wither in the desert stifling,
Coughing in the midday sun, begging for relief,
Calloused hands scrape the earth, slicing at green mounds
Peeking up from the scratching sand.
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Corpse-cold glare
Writhing with agony and hate,
Desires for concrete companions alone dowse
Unrivalled fury,
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Crystalline tower –
Has the hour already come?
White, grainy pillar –
Sodium chloride monument,
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Counting the red stars, plum-colored ones too –
Wishing they’d all fall out of the sky like a rainstorm.
Can’t seem to get life to fit together properly.
Always blamed for taking the wrong form.
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Having a dream only gets you so far –
One day you wake-up and realize where you truly are,
Chest-deep in concrete, staring-up at some distant star –
Wishing, hoping, fantasizing that the world
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Bubblegum flavored shaved ice in the blazin’ heat ten steps
Outside the Alamo,
Better eat it quick! This sun’ll melt it fast!
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Poor thing thinks he’s talented!
In his black turtle-necked sweater and black beret,
Drinking his black coffee, snapping his black fingers…
Okay – so his fingers aren’t black, but still!
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Will I ever see civilization again
Or more importantly – coffee?
I have been able to text family,
but most of them are in Disney World –
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