An uneasy knowing:
Hand on the doorknob,
Intuition hinting at what's
Through the keyhole.
Excuse me, while I
Make my way back to the womb
And coalesce into an egg once more.
I must relearn everything I was ever taught.
I must rethink everything I ever thought.
"My soul shall not be bought,"
Is a declaration not an "Oh, I ought to."
Tangled in some narrative, stuck like glue;
Convention is convention
Regardless of where it's acted out,
Chugging a cheap beer or slinging back a stout.
Let the wild eyed lemurs out!
Femurs shriek ****** ******,
Shin splits from sprinting to get coffee creamer.
Out of place in small town USA,
But the monster makes itself the new normal.
Wear jeans to the semi-formal, but
The after party is her call.
To make the future or **** it all?
Is life an experiment or a free for all?
Is it neither? Is it nothing at all?
Squeezing the eyes out of a stress ball,
Touch pleasing thighs as the curtains draw...
I am, I am a triumphant toucan!
Flapping wings flowing fluttery alchemy,
Making circles out of straight lines,
Crafting stories out of blank mind.
It comes in time, I guess,
The mess of me cleaning itself up gradually
Only to regress under sea level again
And again, becoming a canyon,
The slow deposition, the bearer of men.
Redheaded and clucking mother hen
Drinking hot water, honey, and lemon,
Patronizing old explorers like Magellan.
Tune into the past, oh sugar sweet one,
Inflicting beatings with flagellum,
Stealing treats and eating them,
Mountain peaks and chewing gum.
Our heads make good drums,
And our bleating makes good melodies.
Can you teach me the song of the trees?
Can we at least save the bees?
Nectarine mornings and small, knobby knees..
Mommy, please, put my hair in pig tails!
Pick up the worms off the sidewalk,
Watch out for the snails.
Lay me down into a hay bale;
I'll send you snail mail from
My heavenly little hell.
What's that smell;
My baby blanket or an ex-boyfriend
Lingering underneath my nose hairs?
In smoking scents do memories construct their lairs.
Do I have a care?
Do I have to care?
Is it a curse to be aware?
Is it a curse to think that, to dare?
Something fragile hangs in the air.
Teeth grind, sweaty night mares,
Water and oil, oh! What a pair.
Fingers uncoil from around your neck:
Slender ghostly feelers beckoning,
"Come destroy yourself with me."
Cast my body out to sea,
Playing saccharine melodies, but
Send my soul out separately.