I ate a bug that took me there
I flew around, I had no hair
I sucked on leaves & berries too
which took me straight here to you.
Sweetness rich and ripe with love
suddenly I was a wingless dove.
You took me in and nurtured me.
I stole you blind now you can't see.
Yet I no wings to comfort you
I cried so hard i turned to blue.
So blue i turned into the skies
And there I found a pair of eyes.
Gathering my clouds, i rained them down
But I missed and hit the ground.
They bounced up and hit a tree
And boomeranged right back to me.
Hit so hard I avalanched
Rolled down a hill onto a ranch.
Into some mud I began to squeal
"A four eyed-pig, this can't be real?"
The farmer screamed, than laughed at me
I closed my eyes and there I be.
On the stage with ribbon of blue
Award winning pig? A dream come true?
Of course not how could i be a winner
When i found myself being someones dinner?
Yet a gust of wind blew me away
Finding me back to yesterday
i awoke with an appetite
A head of hair, two eyes for sight
Gazing at the skies of blue
I squealed "Don't let this dream come true!"
written: August, 1991
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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