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Locks are for fairies


I'm insecure

so are you

      at least about most things
      you get to the bus stop
      and you KNOW that a bus
                                    will arrive shortly

but you're never sure
if you would suck an old man off
if your life or his depended on it

                  i have 4 locks

          2 on my front door
                      1 on my room's
                      1 at the foot of the stairs

I'm never sure if
I'd be able to get out
during an earthquake

              get out
what would make that secure?

              stay in?

                        duct tape your house shut
                    and nail boards over your windows

                        keep the nerve gas in
                                or out
                      if that makes you feel safer

                    you've probably already eaten it
                              or drank it
                                smelt it
                      the stench of insecurity
                    the locks on freedom's chains

      and you'll be CERTAIN
      you are certainly correct

                                        cause that's just one of those things
                                        we're always secure about
                                          correct me if I'm wrong
                                          but I'm gonna stick with insecure
                                          maybe you should too

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  • Elenaliz
    February 7, 2008

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    wow i only read two of your poems and i think you are brillant.no holding back kind of remind me of pinero but not the same.i like the title and love the poem


  • almostthesea
    February 3, 2008

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    o cristos
    funny because the other day, a random thought of you just popped into my head. just like that. and of words "cerebral typhoon" and "so i wrote your name in the sand", and i wrote a small ditty of "where are you cristos, my guatemalan friend, & what are you doing, how are you doing?" at the corner of my notebook in class. there are some people you just don't forget. so i came and logged on here, surprisingly a comment from you, it was very nice, warmed my little heart.

    i am finding myself void of any expressive, delineative qualities right now, (just woke from a strange nap) but i am taking in these ideas of locks, uncertainties, isolation and safety -they seem to portray an unsettling idea of paranoia and distrust, some kind of nerve gas poison settling in, uncertainty as to what steps to take, or maybe too much certainty that it is stifling, though how sure and secure can you be even with four locks? i always find your poems of the utmost comfort but at the same time i wonder what is going on, if all is well, or not...?


  • Rose Patrick
    January 31, 2008

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    this was a very written poem to me.i think that you really did a grand poem indeed. I sure enjoyed it. i do hope that you will have a great day