"Grey Goose Love" and Other Poems by Gregory Higgins

My Name Is?

My name is not mud.
My name is not God.
My name is not Dog.
My name is something to believe in.
Believe in something or be nothing.
There is never nothing.
There is always something.
So “Something” is my name, and I like my name because I am something.
Maybe I’m something bigger than myself, but I’m not God.
Not God, but I can create something because I am Something.
I’m something to believe in, and I believe I can, I can.
I can?
Who am I again?
Oh yeah that’s right, I’m “Something”.
And I have to keep reminding myself that I am something.
Otherwise I’ll be nothing and I’m just starting to really believe.
Really believe that I am something!
Something to believe in is me.
That’s me I’m “Something”!
I’m repetitious and I have to be or else I’ll forget that I am “Something”.

Grey Goose Love

I can remember my colors grey.
Grey is a goose that’s flying away.
Away to wherever I dreams is a place.
Dreams of a beautiful place far away.
Far away there’s always a better place.
Better food, better friends, better scenery.
Scenery of beauty, beautiful trees, beautiful lakes, beautiful mountains.
The beauty of love, deep love that lies within my heart.
My heart that’s filled with love for all to share.
I fly high and spread the beauty of life where all I go.
And I go far because I have much love to share.
Never to be grey on the inside but only grey on the outside.
Grey, flying high carrying the beauty of love.

PLANET WOMB

I come from a planet called womb.
Where all was warm and smooth.
Comfortable for me yes.
Comfortable for my keeper maybe no.
It was a warm safe space I enjoyed.
Then came light, way too bright.
Sounds way too loud.
My secure warm place gone.
Suddenly surrounded by open. Large open space.
Large alien creatures.
A large creature grabbed me.
Fear and terror possessed me.
I started screaming.
What else could I do?
Support for my head arms and legs gone.
I’m floundering.
They were so large and strong.
Nothing else to do, I just kept screaming.
I don't know if I'll ever get used to it.
A large aliens appear to be trying to help comfort me.
I try to relax but I'm gripped by fear.
Surrounded by air it fills my lungs and covers my flesh.
I try to fight but my efforts are useless.
I want something I need something.
I don't know what I need or want.
I'm placed on top of an alien.
There is something familiar with this alien.
Comfort comes to me.
I need to rest and I'm very tired from the fight.
It's drained all the strength from me and I sleep.