Friday, November 11, 2011

Hot Cross Buns

I've been reading nursery rhymes lately.

No clue, either... so don't bother to ask.

I'm backtracking I think. In the most irrelevant ways. It comes with the territory, maybe completely obligatory... maybe not. She's stuck in there.

I fed a baby today. It was nice.

She's still in there.

I am.

In.
here.
somewhere.

But where is here for some to be?
I'm still too blind to see,
as barren as a beetle infested tree.

Burning rhymes won't make them fade from memory
So I'll explore this abandoned territory
And continue writing this ridiculous story.

And talking to myself in public places
creating friends out of invisible faces
Trying to fill unfillable spaces

Mother goose has me in her noose
Hoping to shake something loose
but still wondering if there's any use

Miracles simply do not exist.
Ego maintains itself in this list.
Holding to passions with a clenched fist.

I'm not ready to let it go.
Complacent peace, I do not want to know.
Life exists within the ebb and flow.