[In this poem, L.E. Leone examines cosmological questions]
ENTROPY: Only a Word, Go Back to Sleep
It’s true that I am not an apple
tree, or wild geese or grass. But if you
can’t see nature shining through my silly
surfaces, Sugar, that’s your failure
of imagination, not mine. Shaved, painted,
pierced, bikini-lined, I call myself
the Chicken Farmer and do not farm
chickens. Let me have my
eyes and big head, wrong as wind,
afraid as dawn, dangerous
as the storm that waters this
orchard, angry as the volcano
that made this island. Sad as fog,
which wrecks a small-boat fisherman, saving
the lives of at least two hundred fish.
L.E. Leone
© 2010
Shaved, painted,
ReplyDeletepierced, bikini-lined, I call myself
the Chicken Farmer and do not farm
chickens.
There's always something in L.E. Leone's poems that won't leave my head afterwards. In this one it's these lines. Thanks for posting this.
I do like this contrasting piece!
ReplyDeleteespecially how you brought nature in...
to me life is often just this way- Thanks!
Hi HKatz & Izzy
ReplyDeleteHKatz: Sort of the L.E. "earworm," eh? So glad you enjoy her poems!
Izzy: Thanks for stopping by, & glad you liked L.E. Leone's poem!