I like to go back to Origin
to slum, it seems like, I’m so civilized and all
now I’ve paid out so much life in Destination,
Nowhere, a state paltry even barren in spirit,
petty with its flesh always wrapping itself
in its kimona like a mummy,
scolding the air because it likes to be wind,
murdering the language by watching its words,
doing no one up here any damned good.
That’s why I’m back in Origin.
Destination is for fools with no past or future,
invisible, inaudible, touching nothing but itself
and then only when the priest nods,
you know the Nowhere I mean.
(27 April, cinco de mayo 2012)
copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander