Drifter
Freedom gives a sky of direction.
A little bird flies among the clouds
Going on from section to section,
She’s passed a lifetime of crowds.
She’s drifting forever to nowhere,
Catching random winds from here,
Drifting forever to nowhere,
In a moment over there.
She’ll stay the night and sing along,
Yet morning brings a fresh new mind,
A rashness to find all things wrong,
And once again fly in hope to find
The perfect-like path of winding sky,
The full-out flock of like-minded bird,
A place and world to be truly unshy,
An absent fantasy to be unblurred.
She’s drifting forever to nowhere,
Catching random winds from here,
Drifting forever to nowhere,
In a moment over there.
June 21, 2010 at 8:52 pm | Poetry | No comments
Worms
I went to sleep wearing a hat, and I woke up. There were white worm parts, scarce and few, among the inside of my hat, but I didn’t clean my hat. I didn’t think; I went back to sleep.
Again I woke up for the morning and took off my hat. Green worms lined the insides squirming, squiggling, and worming around. Little green worms the size of my fingernail tips.
I am paralyzed with fear for a bit then jump out of the bed, rushing to my mirror, holding the hat. My hair is covered in the green worms, and I am afraid to touch them, but I turn on my sink and wash them away as fast as I can, tossing the hat into the trash, washing the worms away, away as fast as I can.
I wake up and walk slowly to my mirror. There are no worms.
June 8, 2010 at 12:22 pm | Dream Log | No comments