The girl cannot explain, how it was lost.
Not long ago she found herself in a precarious situation.
Walking in the woods, with her swagger on.
Mmmm nom nom nom, chewing on nothing,
Eyes wide open, pupils the size of pennies,
4:30 am is as good an hour as any,
to dabble in the darkness.
Gallivanting about the worms and wood,
She spoke flawlessly in a foreign tongue
that no human could replicate.
Her ripe peachy skin was now glowing softly,
most lucid at the cranium which was buzzing gently.
Brain ZAPS! Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz.
Each one like E.T.'s long knobby finger probing her eardrums.
A being appeared in the form of an orb,
and the girl now saw her thoughts in the form of a swirling vortex,
The orb stretched out a had like appendage.
and nonchalantly scooped out the brain,
holding it out-stretched in his right palm he looked up and ascended.
The girl doesn't mind that the mind is gone,
Along with it went the clutter.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Today
The weather today is crisp and pleasant,
sunny and warm with no humidity,
and the light is shining through the branches,
making little blinding patterns on walls and stairwells
All you need is a thin jacket and long trousers
And possibly a decorative hat if you wish.
Just yesterday she was stomping around,
swaddled in down feather and wool,
and huffing and puffing, thinking,
I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold,
breathing in and out the taste of pine and metal,
to the rhythm of her heavy footsteps on the concrete.
But today her limbs move freely,
and she walks casually,
breathes easily with nothing to think about.
The ice does so well to distract from wicked thoughts,
I'm going nuts, I'm going nuts, I'm going nuts,
And on cold days she is so good,
at keeping these in the no-mans-land of the brain,
and not in the mind.
But today they can seep in.
I'm losing my mind,
And she hopes it is freezing tomorrow.
sunny and warm with no humidity,
and the light is shining through the branches,
making little blinding patterns on walls and stairwells
All you need is a thin jacket and long trousers
And possibly a decorative hat if you wish.
Just yesterday she was stomping around,
swaddled in down feather and wool,
and huffing and puffing, thinking,
I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold,
breathing in and out the taste of pine and metal,
to the rhythm of her heavy footsteps on the concrete.
But today her limbs move freely,
and she walks casually,
breathes easily with nothing to think about.
The ice does so well to distract from wicked thoughts,
I'm going nuts, I'm going nuts, I'm going nuts,
And on cold days she is so good,
at keeping these in the no-mans-land of the brain,
and not in the mind.
But today they can seep in.
I'm losing my mind,
And she hopes it is freezing tomorrow.
Monday, October 12, 2009
A Proposition
and to think, she used to believe it would get easier,
young to old, chubby to man-eater,
she cannot sense the heat or the cold,
only knows the seasons by peoples' changing faces,
they tend to hibernate when the weather is foul,
and they just seem so...
bleak
when they decide to venture out.
she proposed a commune on a glacial island,
and she ended up being the only citizen,
but its not so bad,
she makes the rules, reaps the fruits, knows the truths.
she creates the laws and abides by them too.
what else are you supposed to do?
when no one listens
and God's voice mail is full,
with more important grievances.
young to old, chubby to man-eater,
she cannot sense the heat or the cold,
only knows the seasons by peoples' changing faces,
they tend to hibernate when the weather is foul,
and they just seem so...
bleak
when they decide to venture out.
she proposed a commune on a glacial island,
and she ended up being the only citizen,
but its not so bad,
she makes the rules, reaps the fruits, knows the truths.
she creates the laws and abides by them too.
what else are you supposed to do?
when no one listens
and God's voice mail is full,
with more important grievances.
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