The Million Dollar Poetry Project

The Land That Never Dies

by Wolfgang Nibori

i told her a story, she lay half awake
told her of a small girl in a dress of pink
girl i meant to portray the girl in my arms
barely moving, i spoke the forest, then it was
i set the child into motion, barefoot ‘cross the woods
searching for a special flower others die to find
Little Miss, she has a friend, a hungry dragon strong
she never fears wildlife, she’s guarded by his breath
yet bees patrol the flowers, full of fatal stings
dragon eats these petals only, so her work keeps him alive
years spin on, Little Miss finds work outside the forest
Little Miss gets busy with the world, dragon fends for himself
Little Miss returns from time to time, mainly now at night
as sleep begins to pull her in she picks a flower to her friend

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History is Not a Clock (Please Rewind)

by Wolfgang Nibori

beaten by the moonshine, whipped in starlight style
orchid ever-opening, blooming attraction curses
expect funeralities of a wine bow-tie variety
chinking glasses, smiles loosening, now out of the cage
oh, whine the way you always do, keep us on our toes
fall back into habit patterns, crazy angles in a soul
wind so tightly, dance Lipnails, spin clouds to choke on
here party watching Jackals, eager scrounging carry-on
i, the diving plane maniac. i, who <3 the bombs
spread my talons engraving madness upon planet bleeding
gather round in sentinelity, please pretend to know my melody
witching caps socked rightly down, don’t ask after the broom
placed where you might expect, polite company neglects
ride the Titans to the mountain top, dance powder-deep in snow
celebrate in pastry, giggle while we can
gunfire changes everything, bow before the guillotine
confuse me not for revolution, i am a-political
change merely a curtain, sweeping wide magnetic pull
then the Ball took off and lead to a riot
As it usually does

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