Dream(er)

i read "a light in the attic" and "where the side walk ends" by shel silverstein last night.
i had the worst writers block.
bu then i just started thinking like shel..

i once knew a jester
just like all the rest(er)
he wasn't the best(er)
he was quite a pest(er)

i once ate a carrot
he asked "could you share it?"
but i could not bare it
it didn't seem fair(it)

but the fool took my veggie
which made me quite edgy
i walked to a ledge(y)
and there i found Reggie

this man was a farmer
not much of a harmer
he was quite the charmer
and would never alarm(er)

or was Reggie the jester?
the carrot the pest(er)?
or am i the farmer?
the charmer? alarm(er)?
Just hit the snooze, and drift back to bed sir.

Responses

you're shaking your hips so hard, the Richter scale is responding.

"Eye View"

like a worm, in the rain, you crawl across the pavement, unaware of the noose looming over your neck
like a bird, in the wind, finding struggle to keep flight, exhausted wings continue to beat
and while the sound of swelling pollutes your ears, your surroundings fall
every where you've been, every heart you've touched or torn, are melting like the sun melts the earth

the walls crumble down, every shelf is shed of it's possessions
the floor, where you stand, is flux and softens right beneath your feet

an escape is laid out before
because the door, the block, the barricade
has dissolved into the sand

yet still you won't be moved
the signals have changed, and you're stuck between green and red
and you will not be moved
you'll just wait and be dissolved into the sand