Character Poems

 

PLASTIC CHERRY: I am the plastic cherry that

sits still on top of your rotten cupcake.

I scream facing my corner. With my lids closed,

I weep.

But I laugh to you and for you. I am weak and

I have no voice over the authority. I would not

defend and reject; I bow and listen; I shiver and fear;

I cry and try. I don’t matter. I am just a single thread

in a knotted thick sweater. White lead is my small pox.

I am a salesman for a well-respected company

that has no respect for me.

I am aware therefore I suffer, drown, and contain.

I am a father of three children and two graves

soaked in white paint.

 

 

 

GOVERNMENT MAN: I LINGER IN YOUR SLEEP

AND I’LL WILL DO ANYTHING TO WAKE YOU UP FROM

YOUR DEEPEST SLEEP TO FORCE YOU TO HAVE A GOOD MORNING.

I CAGE AND DO NOT FORGIVE;

I YELL AND DO NOT BLINK;

I SPIT AND DO NOT SWALLOW.

I AM THE SALT IN YOUR EYES. I AM WHAT STABS

YOUR EYES WITH GRINS. I AM BIG, I AM EVERYTHING YOU

HEAR AND SEE. WITH EYES WIDE OPEN

I DEMAND FOR MY SHOW. YOU ARE MY STUPID JOKE.

I SET YOUR FEET ON FIRE WHILE YOU DANCE FOR ME.

I AM CREATED AND NOT BORN,

BUT WHO ARE YOU TO ASK?!

THE DIRT UNDER MY NAILS!

DO NOT INTERRUPT ME WITH YOUR WEEPS!

 

 

 

PUPPET SHOW: I am gray and colorless, and the silence

before the storm. I am buildings that locks

people in. Very green-deprived I am.

I am the sand in your eyes. Language

you understand but don’t want to understand.

Never sunny I am but always gloomy I am.

With black glassy eyes, I surround you.

I can’t hold off your load but I can add salt to your burden.

I snitch on you.

 I don’t get rewarded because that’s what I’m created to do.

I can’t speak because I only watch you,

not over you.

 

 

 

GOVERNMENT THE MAN: I WAS A LOWERCASE

LETTER. THE MUMBLING EXTENSION OF A WORD.

I ENJOYED LAUGHING ONCE, BUT WAS NEVER TWICE.

GOT THE EITCH TO THE WALL THAT SAPERATES

ME FROM MY CLOWN. EYES TURNING, MY

HEART POUNDS. YELLOWING EGO, I FEEL NOTHING.

UNAWARE HE WAS, VERY SCARED HE IS.

HAD THE CLOWN.

BECAUSE HATE RUNS THROUGH MY BLOOD.

THIS GAME IS MY ONLY ESCAPE.

THIS GAME IS STILL MY ONLY ESCAPE.

 

 

 

GOVERNMENT THE BOY: smiles and cherries is

All I am.

Itching and spitting is all I am not.

Suit I wore but not mean. The sun I feel

But cannot touch. Green I understand and

Never really hate. For the base I extended from,

I bow and listen. But fOR THE ITCH,

I TWIST AND YELLOW.

NEVER WANTED ANYTHING MORE

THAN THE FIRST

MOSQUITO.

 

 

 

YELLOW: YOUR EGO. ONE’S EGO.

THE ITCH YOU CANNOT BEAR.

 THE DRY SKIN AROUND THE EYES.

PERHAPS A MOSQUITO IS ALL

YOU NEED.

BUT YOUR ITCH IS ALL I FEED.

YELLOWS BUT NOT RAYS.

DO YOU SWEAR?

BECAUSE ALL YOU CAN DO IS

FALL INTO MY SNARE.

YOU CANNOT SEE, I SWEAR.

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