We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee

Friday, 23 December 2011


Jumbled letters locked in place
Frozen in time
I wonder
Do they get bored
Standing there all lined up
Like good little boys and girls
Do they ever wish they could whirl and twirl and spin
Do they ever try to waltz or zag or zip
When no one's looking
Always expected to perform on command
No deviations no exceptions
Straight lines without chaos or vacuums or jabberwockeys
Always neat rows untouched
Jumbled crows amidst the cornfield
Scattered by a pen
Tied tight against the scarecrow's chest
Ink stained rows pressed against the page
And then the Wiz goes flying by.

1 comment:

Deus Ex Machina said...

This was BRILLIANT! I smiled the whole way down. What a dance!


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