Hi all! Welcome (back) to the pink room! As always… grab a seat, get comfortable… we might be here for a little while. Join me for some poetry… Guardians of the Galaxy or perhaps the world of our dreams.
They told me revolution only came one way
And
it
was
bloody
Guns and military uniforms
They told me this is how we will free humanity
I wonder if they ever decided one hot summer afternoon
to just lay their whole body flat
on a hot summer deck
while the sun tangoed with time
And the wind got flirty with the afternoon trees
And the birds got a little tired of singing so they began whispering instead
I wonder if they ever slurped greedily a kiwi in the middle of winter
Not like that’s their season or anything
And wanted to feel guilty because of the environmental impact of such an extravagant snack
But then their spoon dug into the softness of that brown fuzzy skin
And juice dripped along their fingers down to their toes
By the time they got a taste of this green catastrophe, they found their whole body eased into a kind of silly laughter
sweet and cold and juicy
And that’s when they swore there must have been Kiwi
in that garden
since even God couldn’t have helped themselves from all that green pleasure
I wonder if they ever danced in the rain.
Like really danced until their whole body was drenched and their hair was more than a little pissed.
If they relished in the squishiness. In the mess. And then without even realizing, found their eyes had too become rain clouds
And so they danced and cried and laughed all soaking wet
I wonder if they ever walked barefoot in the grass
Fell in love with so many people at once
they thought their heart might burst
But it just kept on making more space
You see they told me it was revolution
Bloody. guns ready. soldiers. I mean
men dressed in drag
that resembles trees. order. and strategy
This is how we save humanity
Any means necessary
And I say make friends with the afternoon trees
Learn the love-making rituals of squirrels making a living out of play
Breathe deep in a warm bath at midnight
Wear a binder for the first time
Cry for an hour straight
Exchange love stories with your best friend under the covers
Not afraid to be close. To be loved
You see I don’t know too much about revolutions
And I ain’t got any cures that can save humanity
But I will tell you this.
I ain’t want no part of
a revolution that got no humans left
at the end of it
From the Pink Room 