Dec 27, 2013
Maybe I'm Overdoing It?
There are one hundred and one, I counted them until
I lost count like sheep sleeping on top bunk Baaah, Baaah…
It's out there in the air, tapping me on the shoulder
jumping up and down on my bad back, riding me until I give up
How often I've spotted the infer red beam, crossing my path,
interesting on the outside yet, dangerous on the inside.
More like a deer looking into bright headlights. I'm caught off
guard, caught up in its charm. Somebody save me. Sighs…
This instant, I would settle for bad sex, like drinking
instant coffee. It just doesn't do it for me. But coffee
is coffee. Once I thought if I colored my hair my surroundings
would change also. It really didn't work. The moon remained the
same. There were no shooting comets on a starry night.
Bah, rumpa, bum, bum. Imagine the depth of my destruction as
I repeated this ritual. Until I finally admitted it wasn't the
right approach. What a bummer.
For once I would like for us to swiftly meet between breakfast
and lunch. We could make a day of it, perhaps a lifetime.
The Genie in the bottle kind. Pop! At this point, I'll take a crock pot
stew as we gradually simmer together. It would be nice, so very
nice to be able to see what I would be getting.
It would feel good to seem normal without a second guess.
I'd have my better half. But, the truth is I'd still be missing
something. I'm at war with myself. How so, a lovely, single lady
like me. Its overrated. I'm underrated. We don't fit!
Than why do I feel guilty when I hear the red robins tweet,
tweet in the tree? I'll get back to it. I'm on to the next project.