Out on the flightline, clouds coming, rain imminent.
At least I have my hat.
Went camping in St. Ignace this weekend and took this on our way back home.
Ok. I’m jealous. This place is only two hours north of me, and I haven’t been in three years.
Gotta love the UP, eh?
Take me to your Isle of Amusement
Where dreams can come true
My pen never runs out of ink
And horses never rendered to glue
Take me on a thrill ride
Rollercoasters, motorcycles, and flying things
Strap on the locomotion motivation
Approach the precipice and stretch those wings
Take me and dip me in polyurethane
So as to preserve the moment forever
Beneath a crunchy candy shell
I’ll withstand any kind of weather
Take me with you in your purse
So I can peer up at you through a small opening
Don’t worry about me getting bored in here
As I’ve found a long length of string
Take me or leave me as you please
In your hand or hanging in your closet
Without your touch upon my wires
I’m simply a limp marionette pet
Make me a real boy
Death can truly only claim you
When all that you are has been forgotten
Create, contribute, build
And live on through what you were
One, Two, Three, Four
Let’s start a thumb war
Skin on skin for the begin
Don’t fret none
It’s not a sin
Let’s pit our opposable muscles against one another
At least until someone brings up your mother
Then all bets are off
Five, Six, Seven , Eight
Try to keep your thumb straight
Now the claws will really come out
Directly into your skin
I haven’t used clippers to trim
Are you sure you are ready to begin?
Thumbs still stalk one another
Though now those digits are armed
With little knives and attitudes
Sharp as your wit
So not so bloody very
Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Into the arsenals we shall delve
Bring up the treaty banned weapons of old
Some gas and nukes from a time that was
Hang on there’s some protesters out front
“Here you go Sisters, a donation for your cause”
Now that that’s taken care of
Let the refrigerant flow
As this war gets colder
And our brave thumbs fear to have a go
Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen
Don’t do that, it’s kind of mean!
In the dark of night
One thumb shot another
Only to find it was his brother
Not his opposite
For that would mean two right hands
Which is creepy if you think about it
Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty
Follow Tom Thumb to the land of plenty
Now the loser meets Saint Thumb
Who mans the gate to Thumb Heaven
Which only means that this tale is done
As the thought of that is kind of dumb
It seems like scissors fit in my hands
way more comfortably
than a bible ever could.
It seems that chopping off all my hair
is easier than articulating how sad I really am.
We are asked to make sense of this.
But when your travels are depicted as a joke
by the critics of your life.
Do tell me how I bear witness to the pressures of making sense.
I am not a joke,
i repeat in the mirror.
You tell me not to believe it,
my devils agree,
and so do i.
I am a joke, this is all a fucking joke.
I found another awesome poet. :D
White flakes fall through the canopy of our fibrous trunked forest
Making a thin layer of white for us all to trudge through
Lightly dusting the woolly woven egg sacs attached to the trunks
Larry gathers some up in his barbed appendages
Flexes his spring loaded rear legs
And jumps impossibly high
Throwing the clump of white at me when at the apex of his arc
Almost in slow motion I watch it come towards me
Seeming to correct its trajectory as I try to maneuver slightly to avoid it
The clump disintegrates into a choking cloud of white
So fine that I was coated in it
Involuntarily I breathed it in
Even as Larry ran over laughing his crazy high pitched laugh
The image of my friend falling apart as I looked at him
Until he was just one pixel point of who I knew
Screams all around me accompanied my fall to the ground
Crying out “Poison! Nobody touch this stuff, get away!”
But I couldn’t care anymore
As all my nerves short circuited at once
The taste of the powder
The feel of the ground upon my side
All merging into one fading static filled input to my brain
Such is the life of a Shag Carpet Flea