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Polite Poetry 10

 Tuesday  is the Day  of Starvations

I used

to like

the rain.

It would lick

my face   like
Fido or

another stupid

dog name I guess

I was wrong.

Now the bullet

wounds show

from top

to bottom

and I bleed

past tense.
I think

it was raining

when I first gave in

to you and

when I first gave  you up

Or something

like that I guess
With all this

ringing

in my ears

its hard

god its

so hard

to remember

do I even

stupid

I guess

The hard

-est part

about walking

in the rain is

not  walking

alone but the

cold that

comes

later

.

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Still Roses

Oh wow. It has been a while. Those first weeks of college can be hectic.

Summer is the month of regret.

As I sat on the oven top stoop, with tear stains or sweat stains (To be honest I can tell the diffrence between the two anymore), I pricked my finger on a Rose stem. This Rose had seen better days in months of yester, for the few petals groping on the stem had decay to brown due to lack of water and nutrition.  The everwatching big brother of light had no mercy on the majestic flower.

I swatted away at  battalions of flies that seemed to stalk me like a pack of carrion birds. The insect vultures neither bit nor landed but waited with carnivorous expectations. The cacophonous buzz of nails on a chalkboard.

But the Rose, Oh the Rose!  This treasure, long lost to the nature that binds and separates us all, did not die alone though it did die in vain. As the barbed beauty rolled betwixt my frail fingers a hemophilliatic event occurred. A most grotesque humor can be found in the bleeding out of veins. We expect the dams  to break and Niagara falls to occur. Poseidon’s wrath is supposed to occur underneath that thin layer of skin.  All of the gods and the angels and the devils within these unholy celestial spheres are supposed to wage war for forty days and forty nights underneath the garb storms and over the tarp of earthquakes leaving no survivors nor space left to breath in the toxic air that they created.

But that does not happen. The blood slowly drips upon stoop, like a leaky faucet. And through no fault of the Rose (for I indeed am the one picked it its beauty and not the glistening pricks) the petals and and blood continues to helplessly fall until they mix together and become one.

And so I lay on the stoop in this horrid season of regret, with the eye of god blinding me. The blood, our blood, still falling  over itself with no hope of return to the way it once was.

And the the blood still falls to the stoop.

And the vultures still descend to feast.

And I still  sit

and

exist.

Pictures of Possiblity

Oh God, I hope you are radioactive!

Today while I was walking home from the library(uphill none the less. SoCal is very hilly) I came across a spider hanging from its web, enjoying a freshly prepared fly for dinner. Beads of swear tiptoed across my face as a shoved my left hand into my pocket, fishing for my small grey camera. I almost never get pictures of bugs, especially arachnids. Like a zebra being stalked by half-starved lion in the plains of Africa, spiders seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to me wanting to take pictures of them. As my fingers clumsily changed the settings of the camera to adjust for the ever falling sun, my mind began to wander as my soul began to wonder.

What if this Spider is radioactive?

I know what you are thinking.   Get your nose out of the comic book and find yourself a girlfriend you damn geek(or boyfriend, we don’t judge). Just bear with the ramblings of a growing geek. What if the spider was a radioactive escapee from a lab?

What if it bit me?

What if it gave me powers?

What would I do?

I have come across many people who have wondered why Ben Parker had to die and why Peter has to go through so many hardships so early on. Very few heroes had such hardships after their back story was told. Being called a menace, getting turned down by the Fantastic Four, and so many bills. Would it not be better for him to just be in the right place at the right time and the sky’s open up for him?

Well, no.

Daydreaming as I took amateur shots of a spider in the dark led me to the conclusion that Peter Parker had to go through these hardships. If I received amazing powers without a reason to act, I would probably have done what he initially did. I would be taking the easy way out and cashing in on the success( I think in one episode of the 90’s show we meet a  Peter Parker who des just that). I came to the conclusion that although we don’t always need a reason to do good, sometimes a good push is needed to take the plunge.

Satisfied with my average photo and delightful daydream I walked home. In the dark. Apparently I don’t have the power to stop time while I day-dream. Who knew!

-Grant

(with great power comes great action shots. Nooo, that’s not right at all)

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