freeform, spore
| March 19, 2008 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform |
i’m putting you aside
i’m letting you decide
for this is how you wanted it
this is what you meant for it
all things silver were meant to turn gold
and platinum was always
best when sold
all things make believe
were said to stay dreams
so if you mean to sleep
i say, make sure
that you’re so tired
there’s not a moment for you to think
i say, make sure
that there’s no time left
nor space for you to let things sink
just numb the pressure points
and quell the active joints
calm them,
appease them
just put the pen down
and pick up the shield
every time you feel
that ever so pleasant burst
zap that baby
and send it home
every time you sense
peril wandering
off the harrowed path
send the dogs barking
release the pigs
