DUP Poem of the Month - April 2017

When I was in third grade,
My teacher taught me all about ultraviolet light.
She taught me how it came from the sun,
And how it changed our DNA.
I asked Her what DNA was.

She said it was what made me who I was.

When I was in third grade,
I thought ultraviolet was pronounced
ULTRA VIOLENT
And when I was corrected I decided to keep pronouncing it this way,
Because how dare it charge into you, through you
 and butcher the essence of your being.

When I was in third grade I thought everything I was
And would ever be boiled down to a series of 64 codons.
Like all my personality,
And history were just roll ons,
Like my deodorant,
And that NOTHING
Defined a man besides his blood and the nucleotides therein.

In fourth grade I discovered the soul.

Not intrinsically different, from anyone else's
But written on loudly like chisel and hammer
With the brutal grammar
That you learn in the school of hard knocks
In the same English class that taught
the tabula rasa espoused by
Legendary John Locke.

Because you are more than sugar-backbones,
And nucleic acids,
You are the sum of your experiences,
Multiplied by the force of your impact,
And legacy everlasting.

You are your history pooled in the bottom of a boot,
Like sweat,
So weigh down on it,
And leave a big boot print.

My tongue is marble
when careless
minds risk treading it

it breaks.
& I
have no patience anymore
for falsifications, for their prophecies
their philosophies

I don't even have
time for my own

I gasp when minds
splay open for my eyes
to drink in

Here's how I think
the world works
and here's why

spare me the
suffocation of small talk
spare me the
disgust in your eyes
when I decide to open
u ppppp

The world doesn't really
work that way

I'll keep drinking
keep popping pills
keep educating a mind
more swollen with information
than the next door neighbour's dick
5 kids.. that's a lot of swelling.

See my mind
opened by racism
see my mind
reject that hate

I am
a shotgun
ttttttttrrrrrrrrrkkkkkk
trrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkk
trrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkk
goddamn it,
i'm out of bullets.

I dream....
of a world
where people understand
more than they shun

where life isn't
Instagram and Facebook and Twitter
Less is more, but we are the victims
of over-consumption.

I sat
in the back
of a university worker's mind
once.

He watched me
and I bathed in the blue
of his eyes as I got
political..
It turned him on... a bit

Because I paid attention
to the world

but mate, man, sir
it doesn't take a genius
to switch off the monitors
and switch on your mind's monitor

We are the
debt-slaves of the
technological era

I owe you
my knowledge
I owe you
my right arm and
my education

But you are not
My God.

My God smoked his
last cigarette when I was
sixteen and
is six feet deep
in the grave
of my own mind.

Find me
find me
I begged of Him

He left me hanging.

Recently, I asked 'Him'
about Syria.

I asked him about my Home, too.

and just like when I was sixteen
he offered me silence

God,
are you hidden in the
laptops now?
are you hidden in the
crevices of the Internet?

Do you approve of Porn Stars?

Perhaps, Perhaps..
You're a Tory....

   
   
Fat-Sew was born one day,  on an    
early crisp  fall morning in october.  
His creator Tony, wasn't on time  
again.. and more  he was far from  
 sober. But even in a drunken state,  
 the boss worshipped the molds he  
 made. Tony was a 'plastics molding  
 and assembly technician' but, poorly  
paid.   One day, after altering the size
of the primary mold, he decided he
wanted to  try something different
and very bold. Tony had his  mind set
 on an idea,  a fantastical vision it
would be  'something  to behold.'
This  would   prove legendary  in time,
for now  Tony just wanted a product
idea sold.  

Thus were the early  beginnings  
starting  show  how this  fantastical  
story will be forever told.  A flawed visionary,  who gave a little  magic,  
and happiness  in the form of a  
creation he called  Fat-Sew.  
   
Big, round,  and 'infinitely wound'  
with   a needle for a hand, that's Fat-
Sew.  Fat-Sew found instant affection  
from  The Man, but he repayed it in  
tons of repairs though.  Still, he was  
always ready to patch up any  tears  
in what The Man or his family bore.  
Alas even though he gave that man  
and   his family his all they still wanted more.  Fat-Sew became sad and after sewing   for weeks and weeks with no break, he   was sore. It mattered not to
 The Man though as he gathered him
 up (kit, and   all) and tossed then him
out  the door.    
   
Man just happens to be one of many  
 who has tossed out something he should've treasured. As Fat-Sew just  
 lay there twirling his needled finger
in circles he was wishing on a
family  who'd  love  him beyond
measure. Because he didn't want to  
suffer the misfortune of a 'distant    
relative' who was (unwound
completely and 'moved on') to be
later discarded at The Man's leisure.  
   
Fat-Sew, now living with Georgie and
his mom, has been instrumental in
bringing calm into an otherwise tense home    setting. Fat-Sew's sewn up
 dozen's of garments and mom no
 longer seems to    be fretting. Today seeing his friend's    mom so happy
makes him happy too,  as he looks
over at his little buddy and  thinks
silently  to himself "Georgie will soon benefit as well from mom's new
demeanor at least that's    what  I'm
hoping and  betting" ...

 We Teased
We Laughed
We Fought
We brought Love to each others daily thoughts

The highs were high
And lows were low
But my Love for you
Still always grows

Apart we are
But not for long
We both know
This Love is strong

Now hand in hand
Let's walk this land
And show each other
Love of the highest brand

So many times
I pushed and shoved
But what caught me
Is your Patient Love

Slowly; uncannily
I see it unfold
and then,
I see it give rise
to itself.

It hovers and spins,
It twirls, entwining
the space it inhabits.
Watching, it holds

To itself what it
knows, to a circle
lets go,
to meaning and you,
from the earth
to and fro.

Are we here,
do we know?
Tell me when I
reach you;
only then will I know
I exist.