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Friday, April 9, 2010

Imagining in April

Spring has the strangest flowers.
Princess' turbans nodding atop pale green towers.
With brief, bright faces trimmed with frills
Riding their long-faced horse daffodils
Galloping in breezes, quivering with thrills.
Clusters of baby faces painted bright.
Spring bulbs
That seem to grow and live and die in one night.
Spring brings with it unique flowers.
Flowers on trees.
White. Pink.
Swarming with bees.
The cat stops to think
Then licks an idle idea away.
Spring is a mother with strange powers
And her children are delicate and fey.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

You Don't Realize

You don't realize
How pointless it is
To be on top of the world

You learn how to fly
In the bottom of the sky
Above the world and the tops
Of its hills.

It's like an epiphany.
Come on, are you with me?
There's nothing to lose

No, there's nothing to lose
This body is whose?
This life, is it worth it?

There are feathers on my wings
And I'm forgetting those things
That made my head spin
In a daze
Like I'm seasick and weary
And my heart shuffle in
From the rat's ugly, cold, dreary

No, there's nothing to lose