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Red Rose Tea BagsThere was a girl who collected statuettes from Red Rose tea bag boxes. In every box there was a different animal. She waited anxiously for her father to empty the box so that a new one could be opened. It was a long process. Her father only used one tea bag a day, and there were 30 in every box. This meant it usually took about a month to open a new box.
The girl had Red Rose tea bag statuettes of every kind imaginable. She had zebras and orangutans, hippos, giraffes, marmosets, and four camels. She kept them lined up on her bookshelf in neat little rows, so that they looked like an army of little statuettes. They made it hard for her to get to the books behind them. When she wanted a book she had to carefully move the statuettes out of the way, and then replace them again when she had the book.
The statuettes were beginning to pile up. She had so many, and even duplicates of some (like the camels), that it was becoming quite difficult to get any books off the shelf at all. Instead of
MemoryThere is a twilight
falling on spritely woods
as dust motes dance in the last rays of the sun.
In the deepening blue
the nightingale begins to sing
carrying sorrow over lush green
and lastly glittering stream.
In silence she comes on a dark horse
cushion of grass softening clop of small hooves.
Gauzy white flows from her shoulders
curls cascade, framing fair, sorrowed face
while fireflies illuminate her pale skin.
Barefooted she slips from stallion's back,
alighting in a clearing,
following sprites through misted air
as the moon rises bright,
dimming stars and casting cold light on the wood.
She walks letting grass cool her feet.
By the stream she pauses
then lays her head down to watch the humble water flow away
in a daze and bliss of sorrow.
She matches her voice to the nightingale
pointing chin to the sky
watching moonlight as it casts pale light on fair skin
and the wood grows quiet at her melancholy word.
From the eaves rides a white horse
silver bridle luminous i
Wolf DepartsWolf, I say,
This is the end.
I've come to realize something
You are not real.
I am what I have always been
I am me
You are wolf
But we are not the same.
Come out of my head.
It is time for me to face the world alone.
(Wolf bows her head silently
And walks slowly away.)
It is time I returned to reality
But wolf is now out of sight
And I find myself alone.
The once friendly darkness turns hostile
Without wolf there to guide me through.
At the first sign of my fear
She is by my side,
And I bury my fingers in her fur.
the endI wasted time worrying about important things,
expecting the days to get longer forever
until they blended into one
and time never changed because the sun didn't set.
I wasted my days reveling alone in my laziness.
Accomplishing nothing except putting off worrying
until it was too late
and the sun was setting early in my north-west window
and the pages in my calendar were too few.
I wasted hours in silence
dulled and deluded
waiting for what was to come
planning ahead for important things that didn't matter
and I ignored the time until I had to check twice to be sure that the date was right
and I found that all the important things were done
and on that the sun is setting
as I run through the streets trying to steal back
the daylight that I ignored in my idiocy.
The Day the Shotgun Blasts DieHe had a shotgun
He always was a crazy sonofabitch
Aiming at the sky.
He could never fire
He was always aiming
He would cock it threateningly
Scare the shit out of them
But he couldn't fire
The bullet never went anywhere
Never ripped apart as it should
He should have kept aiming
Should have cocked it one more time
Maybe he could have fired it
Instead of turning the barrel around.
Lament for the EgoThere comes a day when you realize
you're not as great as you thought.
Multitudes of people are better than you.
There are better poets
better painters, better singers
better lovers and better deamers.
You will never be the best at anything
because no matter what people tell you
you are not as good as you seem
so you might as well cease to exist.
Give your body over to the earth
and rise like a ball of energy into the sky
letting yorself expand until you can't tell the difference
between the air and yourself.
don't stop to marvel at your genius
Look around you and know that every star
is a ball of energy just like you.
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