I WALK WAVING

God? A hot fiery ball,
A collaged camilian,
A boiling serpent.

Your core is molten with ideas.
Your shifting plate feeds my appetite.
So I can expound what it is that I've eaten.

I walk waving,
With a swollen,
Sickened belly.

I then realize the mockery
I've been hearing.
That disemboweled wall of trumpet,
That's sounding in my head.
...My sissy head!

Ooh, I get the nerve to fight ya.
So watch that randy river,
Teach me now...!
A lesson.

© Je0ff Taylor | 1995

I wrote this poem in 1995 while leaving Portland, Oregon and moving to Chicago, Illinois. My wife was pregnant with our first child but we didn’t know yet.  I say this because of the term “randy river” and “swollen belly”. And indeed it did teach me a lesson or two. I walk waving means saying goodbye to Portland, which I loved. Shifting plate now I see as a statement about moving.