February 28, 2016

this, the wear we were...






there you were 
inside 
every place 
i wanted to be at 
when i was 
high
how so 
i asked to be...

wind laughed too 
said kidding or not 
we'll bleed a name through 
this, the wear we were 
will see to view  
belief or faith 
is entirely up 
to what you 
decide can be 
heavenly 
or elsewhere 
bubble wrapping 
culture, as i see fit...

EJR ©

6 comments:

  1. I've sometimes funhouse-d too many things...

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  2. You cannot possibly funhouse ENOUGH things, I think. (Or turn enough nouns into verbs.) ~Glad to see you playing. Why else would life be a "gift" if it were not a toy?! How much did we hate those Christmas/birthday packages of "practical" items when we were kids? "Oh, great. Socks. Thanks, Mom." Right?! No way. Give me the beach-house Barbie set and a slammin' new outfit, and maybe I'll be nice to you for half a day. That's the way that worked ... for me, anyway. I was/am/always-will-be the ultimate sweeter-than-rock-candy bitchity bitch bitch. You have no idea how mean I can be. Or how sweet. And anyone who finds out, soon wishes they hadn't.

    Always, always put bubble-wrap in poems. Yay!!!

    P.S. It's my son's second birthday today, so we're gonna party hard ... toddler style. ;) Pictures to come throughout the day.

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  3. A variation that I found hiding: "I asked to be wind-laughed to." That's all I want out of the world at this point (well, other than my kids' safety and well-being) --- for the wind to talk to me and laugh at/with me.

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    1. No, TO me. As if hearing someone laugh is a gift ... because it is. That's my purpose in life --- to make people laugh. But I hope some will also be so kind as to do that for me too.

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    2. the hole idea of bubble wrapping what wind and water does to stone(the grand canyon for instance) is a fascinating artistic endeavor to me...enjoy ye celebrations...molti auguri di compleanno felice lì

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    3. I used to be completely fascinated with Italy (when I allowed myself fascinations). I knew for sure that once I was free of my parents' control, I would decide between moving to New York and Italy, and never look back. Funny, eh?

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