I am an immigrant
quisling with various flags
when I enter my hut
I wear my ego and listen to CNN.
I've wondered many times
about my lyric of thoughts
is it in my flag tongue...?
Or is it in my new found love
© Emu Getachew. November 2009
i Loved You In November
I loved you without knowing you,
I loved you because I saw you in us,
No pride or ego, in which there is no I or you,
I laughed in your mouth,
and slept in my eyes together,
Just short thirty days in November.
My problem is not to love you again,
but to un-love you for the month of December,
and if I love you in January,
I will have to first lose my sight.
© Emu Getachew, January 4,2010
I then wore his eyes…
I met him reading the forward on “Voices from Leimert Park: a poetry anthology”
Glued to his words; I wanted to wear his eyes
I searched and searched for his whereabouts
I then purchased a one-way ticket and slept between his words.
Pages after pages his poetry became my sanity
Drinking this marathon of knowing
I came across an image, What a beauty!
I then wore his eyes and saw…
Folds of memoirs,
An antic mahogany well polished and aged,
Eye lids heavy with expression,
Books resting on his shoulder,
His mouth full of “Beat” notes,
He is a graduate of life school
An alumnus of mother earth…
I then wore his soul…
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