I pulled out a fistful of pines
and gargled some green air,
finding ways to pass the time
as nothing changed around me.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Get Up, You're Going To Disneyland

So there I was,
rearranging the pillows,
when suddenly the door
swung open and let in a light.
I closed my eyes, said "Get out,
I've had enough of this peer pressure.
I'm not going to Disneyland. Neither
force nor fauna will move me: I am fixed."
But the earth was whirling beneath me
as I opened my eyes to discover
that I was twirling in a cup of tea,
buoyant with sugar and strawberries,
and when the light snuck back
to whence it came, the fireworks
were seminal, smile inevitable.

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