We swam over, but not without difficulty because we were lost in the jungle. On the second try we felt success and entered the open arms. Seated halfway in the chair, I awaited my turn. Smooth. Apportion. Spread. Roll. Twist. Lick. Light. I watched amazed and could barely keep my head up in the sea of infatuation. I could see the eyes, but I could not yet tell. If I couldn't tell then, it will be a while before I can even hope to.It was my turn and I embraced it. Actually no. I voraciously exhausted it, but ignorantly. A few more. Then a bottle beckoned with its firey substance. He would help me enter the real world. Then I sat down on the wooden cat and my drums felt the melodies until my retinas analyzed their movements and I glanced over at my companion and the worms on her branches were floating higher than the yellow-ribbon kite skiing up overhead, carefully avoiding the hummingbirds that swayed with pink highlighter fins. I felt cupid dancing on my lips and tried to catch him with my tongue, was unsuccessful, but the efforts were not terminated. All I could think about was myself. And yet there was nothing there. And then suddenly everything would be. They came back and I tried to join, but didn't know how to participate in such motor coordination. Then I felt the snake rising up and I had to get out of there, only enough time to pinch my companion and jump back into the cup. Did anyone know? I sure hope so. I have been living with my eyes closed!
Friday, January 16, 2009
I woke up and it was bright outside. All I could see were the rabbits chasing each other as the trees swayed in the background. I smelled the paint on my hands. It smelled red, but I just couldn't think about it because I felt belligerence rising from the snake. I took care to repress it back into the box, but its fangs were like the twisted wires of your teenage years. I used to get caught in wires like those when I ran home from the meadow after playing dress-up. Torn open and more painful than hell when the devil melts sharp gouda cheese. I asked gently if it would kindly leave.
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