aayoungi don’t remember
ever having claimed
to be sane
as none of us are
however i am
one of the most logical
people on earth
i make mr. spock look like rick james
when logic is applied
any problem or query
mathematical
emotional
or sociological
may be solved
this is an attribute on which
myself
my family
and my friends
have come to rely
indeed
we all have our demons
accept yours in stride
mine are wearing
pink bow pig tails
and hello kitty thigh highs
I want to beat you in the face
with one of your glass framed
daily affirmations.
How’s that for emotional impact?
“This is all a parlor trick. You lovely statues are liars,” she whispers into cave vapors,
pressing her finger to the ear of the temple god made of earthly stone.
“Look at the lengths to which we humans will go in the act of assigning meaning to a world of happenstance.”
The deity has no response, nor would it ever, no matter what was said.
The sacred record player scratches vinyl to it’s death.
Lantern flames cease to dance.
She turns her back to the idol and the promise of a waiting heaven.
Her feet step to avoid the bones and rotting meat of sacrificial lambs who had come before her as she makes her way back to the entrance.
“We are nothing, we mean nothing, we are here for no good reason, and we are miraculous for it. The beauty and freedom of that is lost in all this fuss…this superstitious need for locusts, devils, and bloody rain.”
The deity maintains it’s silence.
She emerges into the light shouting, “Yeah, that’s what I thought you would say…”
better heads
have prevailed
the veil irreparably torn
upon considering
your invitation
a notion
while provocative
shiny in it’s candy wrapper
evaporates into ether
when the reality is unfolded
i see another woman’s panties tucked under your carriage’s seat
so i’ll save these glass slippers for another knight
as a matter of fact
the mere idea of taking your coachman’s hand
makes this cinderella
feel less like a princess swept off her feet
and more like a tired hooker
if we are receptive to the mechanism
wisdom begins to define us
and the parameters we function within
as we age
i cannot deny
your existence is all together unlikely
a defiant day lily insisting upon rising above
the early spring snow
i’ve learned to pay no attention
as pablo’s smoke rises beneath my window
but there you are
orange crush inevitable
our eyes full of unwritten poems
the feel of your suit
a sensation insisting
there are things i should know
there are no debts between us
no favors to bestow
nothing but a strong and habitual inclination to make each other happy
friday alive
you have made me addicted
to the utterance of truth, logic,
and common sense
we have been old friends
since our first shared notion
your words offer me the world
bound into one portable volume
you are my second self
my brother who shares my eyes
you are nothing less than requisite
thank you
i’ve purchased
a one way ticket
out of purgatory
so tired of looking through this glass
and listening to jefferson airplane
one pill makes you larger
the other undermines your soul
the men on the chess board are telling me where to go
i must consider interstellar suitcases
and unified plane traveling clothes
my time here wanes with each spring sunset
the remaining moments
spent snapping photographs
of gods and monsters at play
sitting beside the hookah smoking caterpillar i check my flight time
this rabbit hole has proven itself
a too far away world for me
this curious girl
who only wanted a spot of tea
and a bit of life giving bread
with the crusts sliced cleanly away
to hell with following less than punctual furry white vermin
i have my pocket watch
my pens and notebook
and what’s left of me
go ask this alice
after she’s survived it all