we sat in our adirondack chairs
before the world got scared.
the sun put stripes on our backs
while we sipped our coke and jack.
i didn’t care about much those days
and the warmth of the sun made me
feel like i really didn’t have to.
but of course,
when i sat in that adirondack chair
that was when
the world wasn’t scared.
I looked at the lava lamp.
It was a bluish liquid
with pink wax blobs,
or whatever they were,
presumably lava.
I wondered what it would be like
to live in a lava lamp world.
I would swim through the murky blue,
muscles aching from time to time
because lava lamp goo
is a little thicker than water,
wouldn’t you think?
And occasionally I’d run into
and bounce off of
big pink blobs,
poke little depressions in them
with my fingers.
Sit on them like memory foam couches.
Maybe I’d drink all the blue liquid
and just be in a bare world
with random pink blobs.
You think this will hurt you?
Well you can’t scar a soul.
Your body will be fine,
It’s just your mind thinking
you won’t be whole.
But, that just can’t be.
The mind does carry scars,
we call those memories.
[Thinking about what I just wrote… is the mind one with the soul? Can one rise above these “scars”? Yes, but the memory remains. Hmm.]
[Rewrite] because the stanzas didn’t turn out right before.
there is an energy
between us
that makes electricity
look like nothing,
so silly the filament snaps
in shame then runs away,
its spark so dim
against ours.
and you have to feel it.
you have to feel this.
there is no way you don’t feel this.
you can lose everything you own
have everything taken away
but your emotions will always
remain.
we’ll follow this passion
not knowing where it will go
but that it will transcend
everything we think we know
when the world is crashing down,
our energy will keep it alive.
i’m telling you babe,
we could rule the world.
there have been better days
but so many like this,
so many like this.
pain is just a side effect of living
you don’t have to pop no pill
no, just being here will have some
unexpected effects
headaches, heartaches, and loneliness
no, you don’t have to pop no pill
life has enough side effects on its own
i won’t worry about breaking any bones,
i’m already chilled to the bone.
prescribe me something to
kill the pain.
wait, no, who wants more side effects
to suppress even more side effects
of life.
just let me live it.
I could say a million things,
but I’ll just say one.
I love you.
I hope it’s not overdone.
I could dream a million dreams,
but I’ll just stay awake.
I love you,
but I can’t keep up this chase.
Wait, scratch all that.
I could say a million things,
but I’ll just say none.
Your darkness enveloped me
I lived a life in your shadow
Our time together was like a movie
That when over, it leaves you
with a funny feeling.
It’s a misplaced misery
But you can turn it off and go outside.
Not this time,
there’s no escaping reality.
It’s horrible and tragic,
yet I choose to play it again and again.
It left a pit in my stomach
Aching, but wanting more
I need a sequel
I have to know what happens next
I can’t decide for myself,
will someone script my actions?
God, will you take over my body
and mind, so I don’t have to do this myself?
I need a sequel;
I have to know what happens next.
