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By Vivian Mata
Vivian Mata is a first year English and Philosophy double major at UC Berkeley. She has written for local central valley zines of all sorts and worked alongside the Emerging Artist Alliance of Monterey County. More of Vivian’s poetry can be found on her Blog Spot @vivianmatapoems.blogspot.com
From this seat
my legs are falling asleep
staring at me are those I admire most
what I intend to consume and praise
is the work that is engraved in these walls
they drop seeds onto the floor
I gather them on my knees
with buckets, more seeds than I could want
but I need
From this seat
Voltaire and Constant
cry their philosophy
and I stand below
with a bottle for their tears
a scene out of Cry Baby the way it hydrates me
with them I am never deprived
flushed
or bored
From this seat
faintly
Bishop follows me in complete stillness
he compliments my attempt to focus
in his presence
and sighs at my naive youthfulness
he must get bored
on the wall
watching his impersonators
jest in his face
From this seat
Descartes
living next to swans
both black and white
in his inability to doubt
his cheers are most renowned
shame for his position over people’s venting
could one truly live
with a mind full of fact
but no thought
