Maybe there isn’t enough hot air for me to blow bubbles anymore,
there is enough to float, though.
Enough to float through the rivers and through the valleys,
I will be below the buzzing swarms of locusts and out of range of any sonar,
meaning no bat or submarine will be able to locate me,
and I wont care because I will be on my back,
out of reach of most everything,
and I wont care because for now the volcano is silent,
and I am silent and so is everyone else, you could hear a pin drop, but the pin is silent too.
I will be busy, silently///
I will be busy thinking of cars being washed, silently///
I will be ornate,,,,,,,for now silently///
harmless emails fluttering into inboxes like blowing leaves,
and pins falling from the sky like a silent, surgical rain.
I will be on my back, swimming among the dead, and the leaves and the discarded emails, that have now somehow ended up on MY back porch,
making snow angels out of whatever this is on the ground.
making a fool out of myself, whatever I am on, on this ground.
They have reattached my eye,
I do not know what they were planning to do with it,
but it was because I attacked my own eye.
They are putting me on trial for this,,,
It was mine, and what is left of it is packed in suitcases and is staring back at me, resting among the underwear and the socks, and chirping birds, too?
I will leave town with it, no one can say I stole my own eye.
No one can say I stole my own eye.
They are sharing their dreams with me, they all are, like it is a packed lunch and I forgot mine,,,
which I did.
Why couldn’t I just share my own eye with them?
They have given me so much.
A sandwich with the crusts cut off, on eye rye
and
graham crackers
and a chance,
(which was tangier then I thought it would be)
This particular lunch was higher in carbs then I thought it would be.
I was sidetracked by the thought of lunch,
Lets get back to the dreams,,,,,,,,
about being embarrassed in a swimming pool,
,,,,,,,,,,it is too hot out here for this story,
I need to cool off,,,,
let me float on my back again,,,,,
as I submerge,
as I reconvene,
As I pray,
the brave onlookers offer an outpouring of support,
and the fisherman tip their caps to me,
they are kind to me and attempt to shine light on the darkest depths,
these parts don’t seem as deep now,
what with the light and all.
what with the music and all.
this movie doesn’t seem so bad now,
the suspense and the lighting and the scene with the fountain and the women that are crying in the rain,,,,,
Wait until the movie critics get their teeth on it, though,
they wont see it that way.
They wont see it the way I saw it.
I will shine a light on these parts, despite what the movie critics say,
despite what they have ripped to shreds, I still love it.
I love the lighting and the suspense, and the lighting and the scene with the fountain and the women that are crying in the rain,,,,,,
And I can hear those emails hitting the inboxes again, like killer bees, stinging away at me and everyone else,
like hammering nails,
like the crack of home runs,
They cant float forever, there isn’t enough hot air for the both of us,
and so they will sink,
and there will be bite marks left behind,
and eventually the lake will dry out and the emails will be pried open like clams and read, and there will be no pearls,
the bite marks will still be visible, though.
but they wont be all bad,
there might even be some bargains buried down here among the dinosaurs,
get yourself a good deal on the necessary amount of kitchen knives a person would need,
and a cutting board, so not to chip the quartz,
and some other fossils too,
minus the bite marks.
From over the fence 