This Year’s Valentine
pump frenzy into air ducts
and rage into reservoirs,
and drown cities,
cry fire in theaters
as the victims are burning,
I will find my way through blackened streets
and kneel down at your side.
jump the median, head-on,
and obliterate the future,
fit .45’s to the hands of kids
and skate them off to school,
flip live butts into tinderbox forests
and hellfire half the heavens,
in the rubble of smoking cottages
I will hold you in my arms.
send kidnappers to kindergartens
and pedophiles to playgrounds,
wrap themselves in Old Glory
and gut the Bill of Rights,
pound the door with holy screed
and put an end to reason,
I will cut through their curtains of cunning
and find you somewhere in the moonlight.
Whatever they do with their anthrax or chainsaws,
however they strip-search or brainwash or blackmail,
they cannot prevent me from sending you robins,
all of them singing: I’ll be there.
Yesterday RJ and I went to Locally Grown Gardens in Broad Ripple to pick up some fresh produce. Between our CSA ending in December and the closure of most of the farmer’s markets until spring, it’s become somewhat of a challenge to find locally grown food. In addition to produce and baked goods, Locally Grown Gardens also offers open faced BBQ sandwiches and salmon dinners. Yesterday R and I decided on the BBQ for lunch and it was awesome. I didn’t eat anything for the rest of the day. It was sweet and tangy and delicious.
Here are some pictures I took with my phone while we were there: