And a brown skinned
lad wandered away from
his house and towards
his home leaving his
family to search for
that which he sought
A very specific mango
tree which stood precisely
where he’d planted it
To this brown skinned
lad this tree said
home more than any
other place for its
roots were indeed his
Category: Bean
TooJustTooToo
I think that I’m
too different too different
than most too different
that I become impossible
I think that I’m
better off alone alone
just with me me
and my thoughts thoughts
that carry me beyond
my own impossibility to
a place of comfort
where I am and
can think too differently
differently than almost everyone
everyone except me naturally
Songs
There are some songs
which reverberate causing goosebumps
because I think they
resonate with every cell
making them stand up
like an audience inspired
clapping and hooting whistling
and then there are
other songs that promote
thought quiet thinking thought
that washes over me
like I’m a beach
being languidly lapped teasingly
taunted to go deeper
but I think that
my favorite song of
all is the symphony
which I hear when
my head is cradled
in your arms and
chest the distant drum
of heart and the
soothing syncopation of your
heart giving you life
Men
Where’d the men go
Did they march off
to some war of
which I was unaware
Were they beamed up
into some alien craft
and swept far away
to some distant planet
to propagate that place
Where did they go
Being a man meant
something once and not
what so many think
What did it mean
Go ask your fathers
father and his father
and his and his
for men have been
gone for a long
time before yesterday and
even longer than today
And I’m wholly uncertain
if they’ll ever return
having been lost to
war or another place
InVsJust
Learning to love someone
is different than falling
in love with someone
Learning to love someone
involves degrees of tolerance
whereas falling in love
almost always eliminates any
idea that one must
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 