Where have I been.

A timebomb to your mental health,

like phones ringing too early in the morning.

interrupting what innocent thoughts you may have left.

dreams where your fly is up and your hands are dry.

dreams where your hands are clean and your head is clear.

Like before, when George taught me how to fly

100 mph winds that always knew how to bring us home

without red glittery slippers or little dirty dogs named mimi.

When bunny rabbits were better than mapquest

and sleep meant more than just resting.

Before the walls saw the birds flying low,

and knew, but never bothered to tell,

that there would be downfall.

Ashes to ashes, we all fell down

in a cloud of smoke that left us coughing and crawling

back to the car. Speeding away from devils hole

we were the spark that started the fire

we were the flames that chased the bunny rabbits away.

and now the dust bunnies keep us all inside

too scared to go outside

too scared to go out in the wind, to learn how to fly

because the walls know but never bother to tell

there will always be downfall.

 

Love is only a timebomb to your mental health.

 

 

Author's Note

I was watching wizard of oz.
I dont know, buncha shit that just got jammed in one little cyber page.

Reviews

[Zatoichi]

dreams where your fly is up and your hands are dry.
dreams where your hands are clean and your head is clear.


i relate in more ways than wise to admit. my head is only clear in dreams.
another great read- thanks

[Hedra Helix]

youre so cool. fucked up review but heartfelt and true youre my modernday poetry hero;)