Thursday, July 29, 2010

In Sanity

Look there, my friend.
Is that a clown?
Eating his own foot?
The flowers told him so.

Is this opposite day?
I'm supposed to be doing that:
Supposed to be doing nothing.
Nothing at all? I'll help.

Children...
Cheating on their spelling tests.
Causing trouble to no end.
Crying won't help. Cremate them instead.

This house is a mess!
There's so much rice on the floor -
The pencils are in the wall.
Then burn it down and start over.

What do you see here?
This means something.
It's not just ink on a notecard.
The real butterflies are on the wallpaper.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Reality of It

In the real world:
Superheroes have broken bones.
They are covered in bruises.
Most are actually dead.
[And sidekicks are meat-shields.]

In the real world:
Evil is victorious.
Bad guys have aim.
And the zombies always win.

In the real world:
There are no superheroes.
Bad guys are selling iPods and candy.
And the drunk hobo is not a zombie.

In the real world:
Everything is meaningless.
We live - we die.
All underneath the sun.

But only

Underneath the sun.

Only

In this world.