Wednesday, June 24, 2009

6/24/09

Laying in a bed of roses
Trapped by pedals of chance
Maybe if…

Standing in a field of maybes
Sinking in a sea of hope
Maybe if…

Disillusioned by unanswered inquires
The questions of risk
Maybe if…

Holding onto desire
Wanting hindsight
Maybe if…

Seeking the cure for hope
Finding it in heartbreak and repair
Maybe…

-Santiago Segovia

Monday, June 15, 2009

6/15/09

How is it my day gets so busy
It’s an inconvenience to pee
To have a job so fulfilling enough
It’s okay I am touching my shit water
The adrenaline is lost
Appetite gone
Frustration abound
Delirium
Time for lunch
A few hours ago
Needing somebody to be a voice
In this place
Thank God for pregnant women
Her voice is magnified
On my behalf
Partnership bestow
Ahoy! Time to go…

-Alemán

Sunday, June 14, 2009

6/14/2009

Honesty by 2 year old
Carry me
I can’t
Because I have my seat belt on
I’m tired
I hit the piñata
I got the candy
No!
I want to turn the water on
Wow!
Don’t go
It’s nice in here
I want to swing
Bubbles!

-Alemán

Thursday, June 11, 2009

The dinner table looks different for everyone.

For some, it is in a dining room –
Family seated around a wooden masterpiece,
Manners and light conversation
Secured by a fence.

It is on the couch.
Television pounding.
Telephones ringing.
Voices chattering.
Leftovers waiting for loved ones as they come home.

It is a fast food restaurant
and the only option
is the ninety-nine cent menu
No one cares that in ten, twenty, thirty years -
the hospital bills won’t care how cheap your food was.

It is the front porch
or the backyard
the grill on fire
and dad drinking one too many.

It is in a park
on a bed of grass
with your closest friends
and a peanut butter sandwich you made from home.

It is the search for a one dollar meal,
and the man counting change at the only vacant table
is being asked to move
for your consideration.

It is in a place
where you are completely alone.
with your thoughts
and your homemade platter of wonder.

As far as I’m concerned,
I have eaten dinner at them all.

- Jen Corbin

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

6/2/09

Don’t judge a book by
Its tshirt
Its jeans
Its 20 dollar flippie-floppies

Just because my cover
Is ratty-tatty
On a Friday morning

Don’t change your attitude
NOT
because I need help
because I am poor
because I am desperate for a job

Words flow
attitude RE-adjustment
because I am staff
because I am not poor
because I am not desperate for a job,

Appearances really are deceiving

-Alemán

6/2/09

Mathematics
Are reacting
To something
That I don’t know

Logic
Is settling
Down to something
On the floor

Pick it Up
Use IT
IT is useful you know

Despite how you feel
Reason your way back
Where
Mathematics react
To the proofs you use
To decide
-Santiago Segovia

Monday, June 1, 2009

If I were a writer
I would paint you an ornate introduction of landscapes and sceneries filled with color and care.
It would be an art form.
My art form.
And the readers reading my art would care too much about the painting to even notice what happens next.
For all they care I can teach them about religion through allegory and hypocrisy sort of like Jesus did when he tried out parables.
They didn't listen then.
They don't listen now.
They're too busy glancing at the scenery,
and I'm the one painting the pictures.

- Jen Corbin