Another archival poem about me and nature in the hood. A Creature of the Tall Grasses I am a creature of the tall grasses. I do not wish to remain anonymous; my name is Jackie Lopez, and, yes, I do spy on the bumblebees and their habitats. I am an esoteric messenger of hope and despair, so, I do go to the fields quite frequently. Today a grasshopper came to me boldly on my path and told me that as long as I can jump I can fly. So, I took to drinking on the sly. I am so blameless before the Lord. He loves me unconditionally, and because I’m an emotional wreck, I dive into uncertainty with a foolish heart, and a dream in my eye. People often ask me how it is that I drink and yet maintain a sober attitude. I tell them that there is nothing to it. All you have to do is believe in the Most High. For he is whimsical and liable to anoint your third eye. Keep hope alive is what I say, and yet I am despondent when I am accosted by civil society. There are those who are blameless before the Lord who find themselves in a misdemeanor. I often go to the bumblebee and ask quite coquettishly, with a flower in my hair, if he would be so kind as to offer me some of his nectar in trade for my food stamps. He answers despairingly that there is none other than me that would make such an offer. I am just simply appalled at my behavior. If there is no one who understands me, how is it the Lord provides? It is simply a case of the tall grass blues. If I honor my misgivings, then, I would not write. If I honor the Holy Spirit, then, I write that I’d rather be a butterfly. Oh, yes, so they go through an ugly stage. So, yes, that’s it! I’m already a butterfly, and I am just going through an ugly stage. Call it metamorphosis. You’d think I’d have more to say about my weight gain. No, only this: “This is a temporary situation. Soon I will be flying with blue wings, and a cockamamie haircut.” I’m a creature of tall grasses. I’m getting into heaven even if it kills me. I’m done for. I’m already in. The scene looks atrocious from the outside. The walls are made of silver and gold. It’s like Walmart, only better. There’s enough cheese for everyone. And everyone is saying, “I like the way you dance.” I’m a creature of the tall grasses. Give me dignity or give me respect. Either way, I don’t think I am able to go for the long haul. I’d rather paint pictures in a museum and call myself a mummy. Cleopatra wished she had it so good. By Jackie Lopez
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 05:20:20 +0000
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