by Jeph Johnson


My inanimate surroundings come to life:
-my pen
-my drink
-the light
-the air
-my blood
-the watch's hand
-the rain


All alive?


What of the animated and living?
...that air that keeps them alive...


the Hispanic couple who can't decide
the wild dogs panting desperately outside
the sleepy drivers of the trucks passing by
the gypsy moth who keeps buzzing into the light
I might feel inanimate and peaceful
Or I might feel cartoonish and cry
Harmony with the two expands my being
I only wish I could make love to your mind
From here perhaps I can.
From here perhaps I have.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa 1999 

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