WE HAVE TO BECOME HUMAN

We have to become human if we want to be pumas.

We have to become human if we want to be Schubert.

We have to become human if we want to be truthful.

We have to become human if we want a big choo-choo.

We have to become human if we want to eat rhubarb.

We have to become human if we want to ruminate.

We have to become human if we want to hear roosters.

We have to become human if we want a blue frou-frou.

We have to become human if we want to speak Zulu.

We have to become human if we want to wear bloomers.

We have to become human if we want a pluperfect.

We have to become human if we want to shoo-be-doo-be-doo.

We have to become human if we want to see Newton.

We have to become human if we want to push broomsticks.

We have to become human if we want to seek sutras.

We have to become human if we want to meet Rumi.

We have to become human if we want to free Mumia.

We have to become human if we want to be ruthful.

We have to become human if we want to drink root beer.

We have to become human if we don’t want a boo-boo.

We have to become human if we don’t want in lieu of.

We have to become human if we want a new room.

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I WANT A POETRY

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Richard Loranger is a writer, performer, visual artist, and all around squeaky wheel, currently residing in Oakland, CA. He is the author of Poems for Teeth (We Press), as well as The Orange Book and eight chapbooks, including Hello Poems and The Day Was Warm and Blue.  He’s currently working on a series of ecstatic odes.  Recent work can be found in Correspondence 1, 2, & 3, CLWN WR 42 & 45, and the anthologies you say. say and hell strung and crooked(both Uphook Press) and Beyond the Rift: Poets of the Palisades (Poets Press).  He wants only a calm moment.