Whitman’s Leaves

a chimney


New city’s children

Too early for maturity

Play upon sheen, oily pavement

Dancing on calloused feet

Barely feeling the heated gravel

Until broken glass reminds them

They are to grow up

Before their time,

Before any time…and

Feed the gullet of infrastructure

Picked from the driest days

A brown spring plucked, to

Produce an eternally chilled

Perpetual youth food, and…

Management, world conditioning

That keeps all matter edible

From the Kuiper Belt to Atlantis

Where Metropole mouths eat

Whatever they want, how they want it

When they want it, even if it doesn’t

Want it…with a thousand

Colors of chalk and charcoal

Clutched in their chimney sweep hands

Drawing hopscotch rules

On top of parking lots

Spread out like barns on the plains, named…

Supermarkets of Lost Foods

Where tattooed hipsters smile

Calming the old children

With sugary whole grains

Warning them of impending

Plastic packaging, pointing to

Green spaces that divide

Handicapped parking from

Silent hybrid auto engines.

Still they shop, grey bearded,

For Whitman’s leaves

in the refrigerated section





23 Comments on “Whitman’s Leaves

  1. hey poet, I’ve *humbly nominated you for a poetry “challenge”, i’d be honored if you accept; your blog and the writing prompt guidelines are in my latest post. happy midsummer poet. -Sarah

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  2. Complex poetry. I love looking for Whitman’s “Leaves” in the refrigerated section. It’s like we can’t see time clearly – past or future – and where present time fits is an enigma. Keeping on hopscotching may be as good an answer as any.


  3. If we have made the rules, it is “ego” talking and therefore is transitory. Rules change. Universal laws never change. They are there to be discovered. Search for your own “I AM”voice. Desires are transitory.


  4. I like your take on that particular part of the poem. What if we are searching for something that we have already made up the rules to? Does that count as a search or is it just transitory, something to keep us occupied? What if that effort is the very thing that shapes our demise? It’s kind of like the arc of a lifetime, stretching from desire to desire.

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  5. i loved Whitman and the allusion to him was superb.Great message.
    “Drawing hopscotch rules

    On top of parking lots” was my favorite line after all we’re all trying to grasp at that childhood that’s denied at whatever cost.
    Great post

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  6. Wonderful and introspective as usual. Yes…reality can rob you very quickly of your childhood. But one must still hang on to its innocence…because it can help you to see without visors, though you may now be a little wiser…albeit “grey bearded”. Thank you again Elan :).


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