Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Occupy Portland Poem

Rough draft of the latest poem I wrote for High Contrast Review:

Occupy
Occupy does not mean to make oneself at home
home is what you leave to occupy.
They occupy like rumbling bellies under stale sheets
that somehow rise to another empty morning.
They occupy for more and for less:
education and war, healthcare and bailouts.
They occupy like the last five dollars in a bank account
steady in hopes of return.
But most of all they stay
in hopes of an evenness
a stability and balance.
We watch them occupy the screen for a clustered second
mouths moving in silence
the sound bite already over.


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