Wednesday, 24 of August of 2016

Autumn Sonnischen – What My Forest Used To Be


 
 
I once
Was breathing purple
Lapping up
Tick-tock pine needles
And melting earth

It used to seep into me
But now
Is plasticized
And tastes
Of grieving sugarcane
Giving way
To slippery packets of calorie-free pastels

I grab hold
To burnt leaves
And smoggy rain drops

Blinking back my ocean
’cause I know
they’d suck its salt away

To sprinkle
(heavily)
over thirty-nine cent macaroni and cheese
hurriedly spilt
on neckties tied too tightly

I would sit
underneath
willows
(that did indeed weep)
and amongst silly twigs
bent into nature’s alphabet
spelling
plain as day
(clear not being
a viable phrase)
Where is our salvation?

Autumn Sonnischen
Dec.-Jan. 2000 Earth First!

AUTUMN SONNICHSEN: ARTIST PROFILE from Kai Hattermann on Vimeo.


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