Are we there yet? I ask.
No, you say.
I shut my mouth, but another complaint of mine is on the verge of my lips
We've been walking for whole hours through this place
My legs are trembling
Marching through this forest of a tundra, pine trees coated in white snows, facing the blizzard snows and winds
Dark blue skies all around, looking like the end of the world. It's cold.
Ooh, I'm shivering
I look to the snow. God, it looks good.
I wish I could be with it
But not now. Today is supposed to be about something different, a special day. And you prepared a big, big surprise for me.
Are we there yet? I ask.
Almost, you say. It's right here, beyond these trees.
You walk through, and I follow, pushing the branches, to see the surprise
Oh my god, it's beautiful!
A big, large, clean space, void of any trees, and the snow is all evenly levelled and clean. And it contains so many gifts
Skyscrapers of cash, solid cash, and form fitting business suits on mannequins of marble
And beautiful, beautiful people, with trim faces and sharp eyes, watching me and chanting a welcome to me
And a big, big pinata in the shape of beauty at the forefront, and inside it, heaps of keys, and doors, and cards, and bottles of vinegar
And statues of me
And the sky is clear- the darkness all receded, and this sky is clear, and baby blue with big marshmallow clouds
And big Happy Birthday banners float above it all, held in the air by gorgeous doves, their wings painted like roses
It's all for me
All this value, all these beautiful and perfect things for my life
It's all, all, all for me
Oh, I feel like I might faint!
Gazing at it all, sharp haze cutting into my mind
Fluttering in my heart, cold air catching in my throat
My legs are trembling
And they give way!
Falling, hard jolt on my knees as they touch down, brusque gravity bringing me down onto my side
In the snow. All so wet, and cold.
My left cheek and nose buried in the snow- oh, soft, white snow!
A singular gust of wind blows, and blows the snow into my face
It tastes like shhuugarrr in my mouth
And you see me with the shhuugarrr in my mouth and you're shocked
Yes, please, rush to my side with panic in your eyes
Tend to me, look me over and wonder how you can fix it all
You're worrying about me. I looove feeling you worry.
You roll me over taking my face out of the snow, and hold my face to stare up at the sky, and at your face
My vision is blurry and your face almost looks like you're someone else. Almost.
My hearing's fuzzy, it's like there's dandelions in my ears
Oh, I'm fainting and you know it
You grab a bottle of vinegar and pour it into my mouth, but it's no use
A singular gust of wind blows, and blows your vinegar out of my mouth
And blows me back onto my side, and my face into the snow
Teehee. There's an indent in the snow where my nose was. It looks like a tiny surprised mouth.
That's funny.
Anyway
Such cold snow...
And then I faint.
Lots of blackness.
Zzzzzzzz... I'm sleeping...
Serene, peacefully, wakefulness washes over me. I'm so refreshed.
And look around me. I see the clearing is empty. Everything is gone.
But you're still here, by my side.
What happened to the beautiful things? I ask.
And you explain it all to me
The tempest came and blew down the skyscrapers of cash, solid cash, and blew them off away into the pockets of rich fat pigs
And the storm blew and shook the mannequins of marble, and tore them to pieces, and the form fitting business suits grew misshapen in the cold wet snow
And the tornado passed by and took the beautiful, beautiful people, with trim faces and sharp eyes, and turned them inside out. Their blood flows in the sky and their guts billow outward into space.
And the hurricane took one of the forest trees out of the ground and bashed open the big, big pinata in the shape of beauty, and everything inside pathetically drizzled out.
And the statues of me left because this party blows. And they took the heaps of keys, and doors, and cards.
They left the vinegar though.
And the doves? The gorgeous doves, with their wings painted like roses?
They just flew away. And took my birthday with them.
Ah... Winds, I love ya!
I look up to the sky, and it looks like death. Dark blue skies, overcast with the end of the world. And strewn about everywhere in the distance
The storm blows, and twirls, and dances. Raging, fighting, and dancing and flourishing like never before.
All above this empty, white field, of snowed trees, and dark tundra forest, and snow and snow that tastes like shhuugarrr and the sky is full of wind!
Oh my god, it's beautiful!
Oh, and you're still here too.
Hey, by the way...
Your face is all smoky.
Been a while since the last poem, figured I'd pop in again and put this up. Not quite sure if there's an easy way to explain exactly what this poem is about... I guess it's just about, not seeing things the same way as other people. There's these moments, where everyone around you is swarming around material things- big money, big future, big everything- meanwhile you'd instead prefer to just take in the simple joys. Y'know?