Author's notes: Woo Hoo! Abstract-ism!
Atlas: Since when do I know anything about daisies?
Author: I dunno. I can't be responsible for what goes through my mind.
Atlas: Wait ....what?
Author: .......
Atlas: ........
Author: Um....look! A blimp! (points at nothing, runs away)
Disclaimer: (still running)
..
sputter.
spinning down
like the snow flakes
that fall from the sky
on this unholy day
of unholy days
sputter.
and if i shut my eyes tight enough
the colors distract from the sting
like orange
and sometimes blue
i know what to do
when daisies die
water helps it grow
but maybe it doesn't
and when that happens
try blood
sputter.
like the gun i hold in my hand
i have never felt so cold
watch the leaves turn brown
and then fall off
sputter.
flecks of red in the snow
-Rocku
Author's notes: I week ago I had a dream about Atlas. He was standing in front of a soda machine and reciting poetry. (yes, you read right) It was a very long poem but the only word I could ever hear was Thus was born inspiration for this piece. Hey, it's funny now, but while the dream was progressing it was very deep.
Atlas: Uh huh. Sure.
Author: It was! Well, until Skunk came into the picture and burned down the entire set with his cigarette lighter only after eating some old woman's hat and cutting her open with an exacto knife he found in the snow that he peed on.
Atlas: Wow.
Author: Yeah, my mental health isn't exactly what you would call, oh I dunno.....good. Ugh, the author's notes are longer than the poem...... send me reviews!!!