amphibi.us

think big.
think fright.
fear works. fear moves,
fear strangles,
fear rolls the world
around to generate
more fear.
if i want to move the world,
i’ve got to get armies,
i’ve got to get money
and satan on my side.
but satan doesn’t like me much,
he thinks i steal his thunder
with my drunk cavorting.
when i was little,
i wanted to be an emotion
maybe not pure, definitely confused,
but human–i wanted to be part of everyone.
this way i’d need no blood,
no money, no satan,
no god. all i’d need was
the tiny specks
of gold in my soul–
those flickers of afternoon,
the light in which everyone looks young,
which stirs the world to rise,
to run, to breathe.

© Zandra Ruiz, 2010