Sunday, March 8, 2009

A LITTLE SONG


Clean air participated in me 
The night I screamed into a crowd of furniture-enthusiasts

Their sympathies divided
I snuck into a sack and watched them unfold
From the back of the house

I've never slept
In a cozier fridge
And yet I was never more aware 
Of being sick

I made up a little
Song to pass the time
And I sang the song
And flapped my arms

Until snow began to sink
Through the roof of my hat
And my presence of mind became
Essence of foam

3 comments:

  1. Aw thanks... this is one of those where I was really thinking in terms of 'making' lines rather than 'breaking'. I think they're the most fun to write...I feel very free when I'm thinking like that, and ideas come easier. I often wish I could write that way all the time, but it's a feeling that only comes along maybe 3-4 times a month.

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  2. I love to think of making versus breaking. Making is very free. Thank you for explaining things that way!!

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