To Everyone Who Likes My Dirt Poetry
I owe you it all (a poem)
Pulled & expanded from something I wrote back in January
TO EVERYONE WHO LIKES MY DIRT POETRY, I OWE YOU IT ALL, ALL THE FRUITS OF ME.
I HAVE SEEN US ALL TWISTING. I TWIST YOU TWIST UP TOWARDS SOMEWHERE UP 𖦹 UP WHERE WE KNOW THE SUN IS, OR AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT WE’VE BEEN CALLING HER. QUEER, WE STILL GROW UP. WE ARE TRULY POSSIBLE THINGS, HERE IN THE GROUND. KISS THE GROUND NOW. IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME.
(TO THOSE IN THE DIRT I HEAR YOU) THE ERUPTIONS WILL NOT JUST HAPPEN TO
THE EARTH, WE SAY. IF THE WORLD IS CHANGING, WE WILL CHANGE WITH IT. WE HAVE BEEN STOMPING FOR SOME TIME - EONS EONS - THIS IS HOW THINGS MOVE, WE SAY. A BLINK AND A BREATH AT A TIME. MY HEAD DIZZY W/ THIS NOW AND ALL THE THINGS IT PRETENDS TO BE, JUST LIKE YOU JUST LIKE ME.
(TO THOSE IN THE DIRT I SMELL YOU) SWEET ROT & ROT IRON. THIS IS HOW
WE HAVE EVOLVED TO SMELL TOGETHER AND ALL AT ONCE, ALMOST ALIEN NOW TO OUR EARTH, THE SHIT WE BUY & THE SHIT WE EAT. WE ARE DEVELOPING A TASTE FOR IT. DOES IT SCARE YOU OR DOES IT EXCITE YOU? DO YOU KNOW THE DIFFERENCE? THERE ARE SOUNDS NATURAL TO THIS EARTH (CRASH, RUMBLE, WHOOSH) AND SOUNDS THAT ARE OTHER (MECHANICAL WHIRR OR SPACE DUST). SMELLS, THE SAME. WE ARE NOT YET OTHER - DESPITE OUR OTHERING OF THE OTHER, DIRT AND BLOOD ARE OF THE GROUND. LIKE ALL THE GOOD STUFF.
(TO THOSE IN THE DIRT, YES, I THOUGHT I RECOGNIZED YOU - I) AM LOST A LITTLE BIT
AGAIN AGAIN CHANGING AGAIN AGAIN - THIS IS NOT SOMETHING I AM MEANT TO UNDERSTAND, NOT SOMETHING WE CAN CONTROL, JUST SOMETHING OUR BODY CAN REACT TO / TO HOLD ON OR LET GO, STARE AT THE GROUND OR AT THE SKY, RESIST OR DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN. I KNOW I AM HARD TO LOOK AWAY FROM WHEN I AM LIKE THIS, ALL
DIRT AND BLOOD AGAIN ROOTED IN AGAIN SPIRALING OUT FROM THE CENTER THE CENTER (WE KNOW THE CENTER THE CENTER, KNOW RIGHT WHERE IT IS, OK, ABOUT WHERE IT IS) OK - ALL OF IT OK FROM WHERE I AM STANDING, AS LONG AS WE KEEP MOVING, AS LONG AS WE STAY WET AND MOVING . ALL OF IT OK, OR WILL BE EVENTUALLY SO IT MIGHT AS WELL BE NOW. LIFE STILL NEEDS TO BE SHAKEN UP, SHAKEN OUT, SAND OUT OF OUR FUR. WE STILL NEED TIME TO REST. ERUPTION IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME.
Whew, thank you for reading if you did. I don’t know how I feel about publishing poetry so publicly but this one came out screaming. I’ve been writing about dirt so much this year you guys, I don’t know how to stop. Thank you again, G
Thank you for sharing your beautiful mind. Everything you write is so wonderful, it inspires me to be more courageous and vulnerable in how I share. The best things always come from the heart.