…a land of ya ya
…the place of he he
…I should never ever been here
…and I chose theatre
…I should definitely NOT be doing that
…should be donning a Burger King hat
…but I’d not be fat
…I am a red bowl of nothing.
Be nice me
Be nice
To me
I do something risky
And the next day
Me bashing
Be nice today
Be nice me
To me
So Mny Wrong Wrong
Reasons to Eat
Roggggggger where are you?
Someone stole my blog o’ bloggie
Someone who wrote the how to
So Mny Bye Bye Seasons
That’s why I say
How’re you? JOker?
^That makes me feel very calm.
My tongue
The Three Gorges Damn
Prevents floods now
Peddles havoc later (like a drunken moron)
Better to spread the news
That it is raining hard
Than to wait until the dam
EXPLODES!
Stop
Not from stop
Not from halt
Not from a hand on my chest
Stop from frozen words
Meant to halt what is not known
What it is that I do cause
Unknown to myself
Unknown to he
Frozen
Yikes
Nothing there
So much for that
Since there is no plan
Ha!
I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna
But I do
Take that
Leave me here
I will go
Fun fun fun
I think my soul fell out
Now you must call me Robot
The room I stood in colored my thoughts. I was wearing the strange day perfume that my mother gifted me earlier in the day. As a refugee in this strange land, the perfume grounded me in my life. I never thought I’d be thankful for my mother. Here she was coloring the walls blue–the powder blue of Sam’s nightmares. What was I doing here? It was not waiting that made me wait. I was here because I was not painting. If I were painting, I would be paint. Not standing here, heels on carpet, useless in stagnancy, watching someone else do that work, like my knees don’t work. Like my arms don’t work. Strange day perfume. I kicked off my heels indignantly. One of them went through my mother’s neck. The other landed in the paint.
Sunshine came through the window. It was hot. Too hot. Now that my mother was dead, I put on some shorts and went running. By the time I returned, I had forgotten my fantasy, and my room was white again.
The eyes.
The lungs.
The mind.
But oh
How paranoid
The thoughts.
Rest again.
Rest truly.
This is not
Better than that
Than this
Or that
Or this then
Or that before
Or then this
Or this then.
Rare cool summer blue
End of dancing
New life breeze
One series of pigeon
Coo coo coo
In that rolling way
Besides the migraine
It’s a nice nice day
I SAID BESIDES THAT!
No, that is not a scream
August is timid
I’m just making sure
Chill you devilish hair
Washing my good day
With good thought
Once again it all says
No yes no yes no yes
I cannot escape that
Which makes me mad-d
You forgot me
When you become
God
Patient, that brick
Sit atop, stop my mind
Golf a putt putt
Joffy joffy
That there is it
That she is mine
Hark! Wait!
So there it is
The knocking
Raven
Saying
Try try try
Again again
Her never wever face
Saying pigmie
All day and all night
I just cannot see
There is one thing
One moment
One blink
That choice
Where to look
When it arises
And calls your name
It is an interesting struggle
But don’t harm
Don’t get in the way
Hope for the best
Seems
It seems wrong
But ultimately true
I am the cause
Of all things you
So odd
That silence
Disappearance
Where did you go
When it all
Overcame you
I’m pretty sure
It’s all me
Either my mistake
Or my accurate
Observation
If I seduce a man with money
A man who wants money will come
If I seduce a woman with power
A woman who wants power will come
If I seduce a person with prestige
A person who wants prestige will come
If I invite someone with authenticity and awareness
Someone who wants authenticity and awareness will come