I wanted to share a poem
but was told to bring you seeds.
With today’s yellow breath
I blow you these seeds
the same seeds washed ashore from an ocean bed of
who songs dance ripples
mystified and feared / studied and revered
I bring you their seeds
that the world studies at every full moon
abandon finesse and sweat
Revolt paying double for life
or occupying corners like unwanted dining room tables needing coupons.
mute the schizophrenia of your soul characterizing complacency with title / money / degrees /
seek service change and altitude converse with instruction
and questions the answers.
Take these seeds
in the pockets of your Birmingham hips
and starve / no more.
nikki skies copyright 2012