a cross reference

blueintheface

a cross reference

i keep forgetting to laugh, please

tickle me on saturdays, because isn't
tickling just a burst of air

returning to the trees and the gin-colored
air or the veneer of cosmic colored eyes baby eyes

laughing for peace. Piece this together
a riddle without an end, trackless

even and reckless in forms of identification.
Could we call each other names

if we don't speak and claw our foots
at each other in breathless desire

like the way the sun claws you awake
sharp tacks into your eyes, to avert

is impossible, like shutting up
or not laughing when someone laughs

at someone else or the grey-striped
purple clawed painted tigers

science wants to genetically engineer for peace's sake,
for reason they whisper in labs of dead things.

A riddle with no end is no riddle

it is a joke, like war,
like me, like shutting up.

walden freeman

Okay first of all, I really enjoyed reading this piece. The lines were powerful, well-thought-out, clever, and had meaning.

The structure I thought was very nice, and it had a good flow.

And, selfishly, I wrote a line in a poem not so long ago that was "riddle without getting rid." Quite similar which made me smile.

But, really nice effort. This is a very good poem and I will read it again and again.