I am an artist

I uprooted
An apple tree
And planted it
In rocks
I watched the apples
Fall
I saw the tree
Die
I tied
Seventy six
Red apples
To its lifeless branches
And one green one
I let a serpent
Crawl along its bark

I bought a
God Bless America
T-shirt
And wore it with
The B crossed out

I carved a statue
Of a shadow
Of a man
I carved
A turkey
I carved
A pumpkin
I carved
A bowl
And three-flipped
The moon

I formed
A nation of men
And trained them
Into an army
They all understand
What is meant by
The word
War
They are all
Willing to die
For anything I believe
They live
In my mind

I painted
A picture
And a house
A picture
Of the setting sun
And a picture
Of a red house
Burning

I threw a rock
Through a window
I threw
Up on some rocks

I wrote a book
I wrote a song
I wrote my name
On a piece of paper
In the snow
On her heart
In the sky
I wrote my name
Alfaro
Everywhere

I wrote a poem
And tied it
To a blue balloon
And watched them
Float away

I wrote her a letter
And laid it beside her
Before they buried her
In dirt

I took a picture
Of heaven
And hell

I carved
A key from ivory
That opened
A steel window
That led
To paradise
I met a woman there
That I made
Out of one rib
She told me
To seek Christ
I stared
At her naked body
I told her
I already met him
On top of
The Tower of Babel
We shouted down
The Mother Language
But no one was listening

I built an ancient pyramid
Yesterday
Tomorrow
I will fly

Alfaro
First published in real.m