Stick

by

Doug Larson

turning my head I saw you
lying stiff in the grass
a simple twig and wondered
how long since you fell from the tree?
since you lost your leaves?
your fruit?
your sap?
your seeds?
dry and brittle now
left underfoot to crackle under footfall
reposed upon a bed of grass
also dead and brittle
the same bed I now lie upon
drained of sap
under a canopy of green

Shtick

why don’t you speak?
cat got your tongue depressor?
you seem a little stiff my friend
loosen up a little will ya?
you’ve got to be flexible
you seem drained
a twig of your former self
too thin to whittle
too crooked too become an arrow
too short to bend
hard and dry
kindling?
I’ll leave you lie
as I roll to face the sky

Stick This

Cows and horses and deer all eat grass
deer excrete little pellets
cows leave patties, and horses
they drop clumps of dried grass
Why?
I don’t want to hear a dissertation
I don’t have time for convoluted obfuscation disguised
as illumination
break it down for me
simplify
make it easy
Cream of Wheat easy to digest
don’t try to explain the meaning of life to me
Freud or phallic symbolism
or the meaning of love
if you can’t explain what it means to be
a stick
If you don’t know
shit

Sticky business, this poetry

So I’m lying here looking through the leaves
watching white clouds obscure blue sky
pushed smoothly by the wind
a leaf shudders and falls from a branch
spinning earthward in free fall
a stick breaks free and falls tumbling
landing on my chest while the leaf follows
fluttering its way onto the brown grass
a dandelion loses its seeds to the wind and I watch
as they climb into the sky

blowing me away

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