I want to write you a letter. Email 3 words to austinrbeaton@gmail.com or visit my homepage and I will.
Poem for a Pokémon
Where do we travel
when someone tosses us
red white reason to shrink into self?
Depending on our evolution
the inside of that inner planet
is likely different. Do you also vomit
out all these it depends, who’s to say
spectrums? Give me answers. Give me
a badge, Professor, a guide book through
the pixels. What legendary bird or God
would offer a language made of one word:
my name. Repeating the sounds they decided
I am multiplies stadiums inside my head–
half the fans cheering, the others stoic quiet.
It’s all so extreme–now fly now dig now be
the very best like no one ever was? What
is it like to be awake through the fainting?
For once I want to be the one carrying
me to the center where they
lay us to rest.