Dylan Rivera Poems
|7.||A Couple's Surprise||12/6/2011|
|12.||I Smelled Him In My Pillow||12/6/2011|
|13.||Poet's Are Disgraceful||12/6/2011|
|14.||Scary, Is Writing||12/6/2011|
|15.||Through With 4 Letter Words||11/18/2011|
|16.||Those Who Cannot Speak||11/18/2011|
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Those Who Cannot Speak
Owls create shadows that hurdle with trepidation.
Their eyes cut behind your ears
to keep you from listening to their words unsaid.
Trees apprehend into night and become protection from the hazardous burrows in the early afternoon.
Frogs feel silly with a child's tongue.
And dogs are always quickening their haste.
Fishes lie forever in oceans unseen.
Like natives in their home land.
They are comfortable.
Rats are simply awful.
Wet, under tracks.
Tittering among begotten filth remaining from resentful souls.
We’re all rats.
Our fingers typing,
Sounding like mice,
Lying barely awake to fill our quota
Silences louder than any operatic shout.
Gulping down food substances