senderupwords
She chuckles,
really,
was it that funny,
it's not like I passed wind,
or made a joke,
I was telling her,
what I had felt from the moment we first met,
and that I had no way of escaping the truth,
and that is,
that I love her,
and she chuckles!
She punched me emotionally,
then physically,
then spiritually,
again and again, over and over,
with words that seemed to make no sense,
with intent that was clear,
but the words,
they made no sense,
I,
punch,
don't,
punch,
love,
punch,
you,
anymore...
Knockout punch!
I held it tight in my pouch,
the thick buds,
holding fast to desires yet realized,
taking some out,
rolling it,
imbibing it,
I found in the presence of God,
He,She, It or They,
that life now made sense,
one puff at a time.
In the den of my own disquiet,
I a feasted upon daily,
unlike Daniel,
my namesake,
Lions by scourge,
as represented by my Black Dog,
all I long for,
is a day,
of repose,
for this troubled mind,
Please!
On horseback they came,
one horse after another,
a sea of horses,
men in costumes from afar,
bringing death and destruction from a far off land,
but from where and when did they come,
these sadist marauders,
on horses,
seeming so pretty,
but really,
not
Hats you say,
I've got plenty,
more than enough for each of my alters,
though they protest,
that I know not what they like,
Really, I suppose,
thinking to myself,
shouldn't I know what I and I and I like,
yes I think,
my hats,
of every stripe and colour,
hats,
that make me smile...
I was walking down the street,
when much to my surprise,
I wasn't walking at all,
I started to shrink,
reversing in age,
my mind still alive like an adult,
my body becoming that of a toddler,
walking no,
I was in a stroller,
being pushed,
by someone other than my Mom,
imagine the horror...