Nice Daydream

[anirbas]

Mainlining, mid-streaming reality...
In great draughts and gulps
that leave me gasping for air...

In utter frustration
I could jump up
and slam my head,
against the nearest wall,
in the purest of aggravation...

Knock my noggin, mercilessly...
Til my brains spilled in dashes
and ribbons against the unsuspecting,
caught standing there in the wrong place
at the wrong time wall...Left standing speechless, it...
The essence of my primodial life whipped spirit,
spread like the proverbial egg,
across it's blank face...

Yes, I could take this action...
In a fit of unmitigated frustration...
Giggle insanely with my last bit of energy...
As my self-flagellated and limped body
slid to the floor...And still with my
last breath, as pledged,
hiss whisper your name,
as I watched
my soul head
for the exit door...

Leaving this body...
Now an uninhabited,
shattered and literally splattered
vessel and nothing more...

Nice daydream...
In utter frustration
jumping up and slamming
my head against the nearest wall,
in a move of the purest of primordial aggravation...

But, I won't...Won't do that, today...
The luck I'm having, somebody
would roll over my inert spirit fled flesh,
with a crash cart...Reanimate my life whipped corpse,
and then order me to clean the mess off the wall...

~Sabrina.

[liquidpromise]

Oooooooooooooh, I've been here before; a very uncomfortable feeling, to say the least.
OUCH!

Wish it didn't hurt so much, man, have I ever been where the writer is at this very moment, where your muse cries out and creation moves forward, that we may tag along, waiting for the change.

Great penmenship, hon.

BRAVO!!!

Lauren

[anirbas]

Thanks, Lauren. I value your input. If you say it's great penmanship,
I'll just have to take your word for it...

It's a metaphorical reflection of my reality,
this moment, this now, in time...And mirrors the way I feel about so many events,
in action and rotation about me...As I spin like a satellite trying to keep all
about me comfortable and happy...Families, friends and lovers can drive
one to the point of banging one's head against a wall...Yes?

Or wanting to run, run, run til you just can't run anymore...
Til your lungs burst and you fall bleeding and foaming at the mouth...
Dirtying up the ground or floor you gave up the ghost,
upon that particular square inch of...

Family, friends and lovers...
Sometimes, I wish I had the personality
of a hermit...And lived in a cave, without an address...
*gigglegiggle*...And then she woke up...

Magnificent Mondaying and week to you, Lauren and folks.

Sabrina.