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,
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
YELLOW: YOUR EGO. ONE’S EGO.
THE ITCH YOU CANNOT BEAR.
THE DRY SKIN AROUND THE EYES.
PERHAPS A MOSQUITO IS ALL
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.