Let go

buh, buh, buh

buh, buh, buh

all of this

Have you ever been in this situation before

where a pause in sound is some sort of resound

for some sort of empathy:

Can we please have a moment of silence for the dearly departed?

Don’t you dare tell me how to grieve; I’ll give you a moment

but then I’m roaring like a grizzly mountain bear.

There are too many silences.

Too many silences that deserve noise.

Don’t ask me for a moment

while others are losing

a lifetime.

We must be a tinder

of flame

a tinder of inspire.

This somber

beard

has mourned

and tried

to replant

many a root.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around does it make a sound?

Of course it makes a sound, if it was worthy of standing of course it makes a sound.

You hear it over and over again and silence ain’t gonna cut it no more.

This world is as kind

as a switchblade.

As bite as a nail-tooth.

As autumn’d

as a burnt orange

crumpled up leaf.

As let go as the moon.

What I need is a moment

of clarity, of insight, raw

emotion pulsed and beating

in my chest, it beats in 3’s:

buh, buh, buh

buh, buh, buh

I am simply a body

in process

and processing all of this

takes all of this.

I am all

that I have

to give.

I am all

that I have

to give.

To give.

To give.

Give.

Give.

Give.

by Thomas Fucaloro

 

Thomas is an NYC poet. He has 2 books out by Three Rooms Press.  His latest one, “It Starts from the Belly and Blooms” has received rave reviews. He has graduated with an MFA at the New School for Creative Writing. He is a co-founding editor of Great Weather for Media and NYSAI press.  He is a writing coordinator at the Harlem Children’s Zone.  He just recently won a performance grant from the Staten Island Council of the Arts and the NYC Dept. of Cultural Affairs. His new chapbook "Mistakes Disguised as Stars" by Tired Hearts Press was released in March and his latest chapbook "Depression Cupcakes" was released in June through "Yes, Poetry."