I'd like to go back now
to when things were good
& you knew me by real name.
Sometimes angels pause us
and pull us into poses,
and we are made to think
we arrived there by choice.
First words you uttered:
"It's cool when our wings touch...
it's the sensation of nothing but us"
I thought you were chick crazy.
Until the next day,
when I woke up next to a ghost,
surrounded by all my parallel possibilities.
I'd like to go back now,
to that moment before
that tragic first kiss...
sucked my molecular being
the rest of me followed.
This ache is stretched across
the length of me;
that any movement,
splatters your shadow
on the pavement.
Do you believe in reincarnation?
how do you feel about being a bug?
I hear you words still:
"As the little sugar cube was dropped into the cup of tea,
she did her best Wicked Witch of the West impression.
“I’m melting, I’m melting!” she screamed. Those were her final words.
"I'm melting...melting...." you know that really wasn't funny.
I'd like to go back now.
I haven't done a tiny story remix yet. This is mostly made up of tiny stories, wirrow stuff, other poems, & my crack at some lucid randomness. This piece is mostly driven by a feeling. I don't really like the title; but I couldn't think of anything else, so it stays for now.
Created: Apr 13, 2010Document Media