amuse
07-02-2004, 12:04 AM
she
laughed at me
i laughed -you're crazy she-
too
-said-
well who didn't know that
but it was a "meandering
fast bug"
fat, black, scuttling every which way, did it
think a forest fire was chasing it,
that my eyes could burn, was
it smelling something god
only -or meandering fast bugs- know
what?
running like a clown about to fall
offa the stilts
running running
the little red spider on the wall,
microscopic
almost, does it eat
microbes? flora or fauna? i can barely
see it
so small, terrified when i get too near
and i'm ashamed ashamed
that i wanted to destroy it because
it's red and has eight legs
would i make friends with it if
we had more time, would
i love its dinner, too?
for that matter, virii, would
i quash 'em if i had the chance, saw
them up close, or would i love them
love them with all my might
even hiv/aids
just because i'm big doesn't mean i'm strong,
helpless and weak sometimes
like i can be hurt not by your size, but by my fear
why isn't love the biggest thing about me
today?
do all pidgeons have red feet? i think they do
some are
beautiful, white feathers
i've even seen brown ones here in this city,
and they aren't flying rats, no
they're lost, don't even move that fast for a bird
city pollution has ****ed with their cerebellum,
sometimes the car gets to them before they reach the side-
walk you never see that in the country
well, not really.
not in california where the air quality laws
are enforced with everyone's dime if they live and breathe
they'd tax the birds too if they could
the squirrels and 'possums,
god 'possums are huge, like big mice i remember
how scared the one on my
porch was the night i heard it
eating cat food
just terrified of me
and the little green blugs
(ooh bugs but you know what i mean
even if i'm crazy, wait - aren't you too? no, your loss)
in the garden eating chard, well
they can have it better them than the caterpillars thank
god they turn into butterflies,
beauteous beyond belief or we'd kill 'em
all
why is it on my computer
does this look like
a garden? no i thought not
is that why it's a baby, 1/100th the size
of grandpa in the garden
i can still see the black spots on it's greenback
though, and i want it to live, want to see it fly away
from my computer to
the ginkgo tree or
wherever is best for
it no
keep it inside
it might be eaten if it leaves my
room might be smashed on your monitor
might leave me and my newfound compassion
rolling in the dirt,
kissing the instinct for death
before i fully begin to live.
laughed at me
i laughed -you're crazy she-
too
-said-
well who didn't know that
but it was a "meandering
fast bug"
fat, black, scuttling every which way, did it
think a forest fire was chasing it,
that my eyes could burn, was
it smelling something god
only -or meandering fast bugs- know
what?
running like a clown about to fall
offa the stilts
running running
the little red spider on the wall,
microscopic
almost, does it eat
microbes? flora or fauna? i can barely
see it
so small, terrified when i get too near
and i'm ashamed ashamed
that i wanted to destroy it because
it's red and has eight legs
would i make friends with it if
we had more time, would
i love its dinner, too?
for that matter, virii, would
i quash 'em if i had the chance, saw
them up close, or would i love them
love them with all my might
even hiv/aids
just because i'm big doesn't mean i'm strong,
helpless and weak sometimes
like i can be hurt not by your size, but by my fear
why isn't love the biggest thing about me
today?
do all pidgeons have red feet? i think they do
some are
beautiful, white feathers
i've even seen brown ones here in this city,
and they aren't flying rats, no
they're lost, don't even move that fast for a bird
city pollution has ****ed with their cerebellum,
sometimes the car gets to them before they reach the side-
walk you never see that in the country
well, not really.
not in california where the air quality laws
are enforced with everyone's dime if they live and breathe
they'd tax the birds too if they could
the squirrels and 'possums,
god 'possums are huge, like big mice i remember
how scared the one on my
porch was the night i heard it
eating cat food
just terrified of me
and the little green blugs
(ooh bugs but you know what i mean
even if i'm crazy, wait - aren't you too? no, your loss)
in the garden eating chard, well
they can have it better them than the caterpillars thank
god they turn into butterflies,
beauteous beyond belief or we'd kill 'em
all
why is it on my computer
does this look like
a garden? no i thought not
is that why it's a baby, 1/100th the size
of grandpa in the garden
i can still see the black spots on it's greenback
though, and i want it to live, want to see it fly away
from my computer to
the ginkgo tree or
wherever is best for
it no
keep it inside
it might be eaten if it leaves my
room might be smashed on your monitor
might leave me and my newfound compassion
rolling in the dirt,
kissing the instinct for death
before i fully begin to live.