Step Sprightly

Music to cope to

Precautions

They saw my smile
as a gnashing of teeth,
my waving hand
as a middle finger salute.

To avoid any confusion
I will move with labored
deliberation.

The sun will rise
three times
before I open
my eyes,

cities will crumble into distraction
as I shuffle shoes down
melting sidewalks,

children will toss
trash like streamers over
my lumbering form

to try and make the statue
blink or cry out
in anger.

Some Doctors Stole My Appendix

It's really like that Counting Crows song,

"Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got til its gone?
They paved paradice and put up a parking lot,
hey farmers, put away that DDT, they charged the people a dollar and
a half to see them"

Well just the first part really. I always took my appendix for granted.
Now that its gone I miss all the little things it used to do for me.
Like wake me up when I was late for class or
leave notes on my pillow with a little chocolate candy

UR the best!
<3 appendix

or that time everyone forgot about my birthday, and then I walk into my room
and my appendix organized a surprise party and all my vestigial organs were there.
My sinus cavities got soooooo drunk.

So look around you and realize how important al these people in your life are
because before you know it they'll get infected and surgically removed from your abdomen.

The Return of Typhon

The dead arrive at noon,
ropes slung around their necks.
The maidens’ glittered glory,
black hair hung around their necks.

Loathsome, fearful Typhon
drags his body from beneath Mount
Etna’s weight, dead eyed and starving,
head spinning in the stars.

A low growl bellowed between
his parted lips, but his brow is calm.
The world’s still upon his chthonic resurrection,
anxious for the destruction he harbors.

Legs crossed and coy,
lustful ladies twirl their hair,
resting on his deified limbs,
feel pulsing power, rippling fur.

Mother’s swollen breasts swoop onto her full
stomach. There is gold in her hair.
She smiles ground teeth, envisioning
diamond homes her monster will conquer.

Three bored fates step over
his serpentine feet remembering
his last defeat, drawing plans,
with pale fingers, of today’s battle.

Lurid gorgons clamber atop
the stalwart creature’s shoulders.
Crazed skulls gnawing on their fingertips,
ready to burn down Olympus

and freeze the onslaught of Zeus,
who approaches swift from distant hills,
lightening in his eyes and fists,
jaw locked stern, unsure.

Sunday

Weren't we all
once inside
an egg?

Yeah, but its not as much fun
to hunt for brightly colored plastic
ovaries all over the front yard, now is it?