crazy ferngully
i wrote something today.
Scurry, little seagulls scurrying.
sand and little crabs between their webbed feet.
Scurry for tonight's dinner. Quite a catch.
Little bloody feathers glued copper to my face.
My face that was once a face, but is no longer.
Just a case.
It hasn't changed. I was always a case.
Hungry little eyes and beaks tear apart the remains.
One says to another "there's still a juicy eye"
A twitch and i they are speaking to me.
Inquisitive and stupid, they ask me questions.
How did you end up here? Once a goddess of the sea now you've returned to the seagulls.
gulllllllll
what's your goal?
My little soul churning inside my casket. The little birds eating me free.
Friends, i say, let me tell you how i got here.
Stupid gulls, no goals.
Beautiful gulls, you give me something. i give you nothing but flesh.
Fleshy nothingness.
Eat while i tell you a story:
I was never the poet, always living the narrative. The damsel, the victim.
Always aware, i know what this is.
aware and weary.
Stuck on a bus and nobody to tell what was going on. Things left better unsaid have gotten the best of me. I was stuck in a compass, spinning at every direction possible. I couldn't stop because i didn't know how. A compass has not much luck to live a delicious life. The story becomes yours after this full stop.
passing on, no time for past stories, trapped in a box, i was.
I woke up one night and you were my nightmare.
I needed to get away. You never told me what it was i wanted to hear.
Running on almost tripping over. If i fall there is a splatter of of dirty rubies.
My disastrous red carpet.
No More Glamour, you want glamour? Go looking through a garbage bin.
it's not obtained. It's made.
coughing, heaving, wailing, sweating
i can go on no longer. May you drag me back to the sea? Share a meaty prize with marine buddies.
it doesn't go any longer.
It begins again...
groundhog day.
Scurry, little seagulls scurrying.
sand and little crabs between their webbed feet.
Scurry for tonight's dinner. Quite a catch.
Little bloody feathers glued copper to my face.
My face that was once a face, but is no longer.
Just a case.
It hasn't changed. I was always a case.
Hungry little eyes and beaks tear apart the remains.
One says to another "there's still a juicy eye"
A twitch and i they are speaking to me.
Inquisitive and stupid, they ask me questions.
How did you end up here? Once a goddess of the sea now you've returned to the seagulls.
gulllllllll
what's your goal?
My little soul churning inside my casket. The little birds eating me free.
Friends, i say, let me tell you how i got here.
Stupid gulls, no goals.
Beautiful gulls, you give me something. i give you nothing but flesh.
Fleshy nothingness.
Eat while i tell you a story:
I was never the poet, always living the narrative. The damsel, the victim.
Always aware, i know what this is.
aware and weary.
Stuck on a bus and nobody to tell what was going on. Things left better unsaid have gotten the best of me. I was stuck in a compass, spinning at every direction possible. I couldn't stop because i didn't know how. A compass has not much luck to live a delicious life. The story becomes yours after this full stop.
passing on, no time for past stories, trapped in a box, i was.
I woke up one night and you were my nightmare.
I needed to get away. You never told me what it was i wanted to hear.
Running on almost tripping over. If i fall there is a splatter of of dirty rubies.
My disastrous red carpet.
No More Glamour, you want glamour? Go looking through a garbage bin.
it's not obtained. It's made.
coughing, heaving, wailing, sweating
i can go on no longer. May you drag me back to the sea? Share a meaty prize with marine buddies.
it doesn't go any longer.
It begins again...
groundhog day.