thesnakeandiandthebutterfly

10 minute stream of consciousness

Like a mist
it closes around me
I gasp for air
panic rises
in my throat
run
run fast
get away
before it surrounds

twinkle, twinkle
went the stars
and the sounds bombard
my brain
runs
to the corner
of my existence

hiding from reality they say
whoever THEY are

those around
profess to know
what’s best for me
yet no one
realizes

that only I know.

Like the floating
monstrous mass
in a dream
40 years ago
it gets closer,
closer still.

Then,
like the promises
it vanishes
in thin air.

I see my ceramic dog
in an exhibit
so many years ago
yet no one
not one person
held it with regard
to encourage me
yet here i am
50 years later
still the only one
holding that stupid
ceramic dog with
any regard

Back and forth
my thoughts go.
like broken fragments
of shattered glass
floating around
to and fro
up and down
like a seesaw.

Twinkle, twinkle
little stars.
Where art thou?
Flying thru the air
with the greatest of ease?
There goes the white
rabbit, rabbit, rabbit,
the ceramic dog close behind.
What time is it?
It’s time for lunch.

But where is my starry night?
The leaves have fallen.
The birds are gone.
The cold is here.