This poem will be worse by the end.
Rise and ShineI called Cathy before I left for work to see if she could meet for coffee. She's busy with the new job, but I think she heard the strain in my voice. Bad dream. I needed some time with a friend. Drive. Work. Clock out. I met her at the coffee shop and we spent the appropriate amount of time on the small talk before she asked me what was wrong. Bad Dream. I'd been walking down a sidewalk on some nondescript small town street. Shops, but none of them had signs. The day was grey, but not cloudy. All the color had just seeped away. In font of me a half a block down was a girl leaning against a concrete wall. Her dark hair hanging limply over her face. As I drew close I could here her mumbling to herself. As I passed I could see her wide staring eyes and could finally hear her. Over and over, to herself she just kept repeating, “All the chains are rattling, all the chains are rattling, allRise and Shine by chibigoose
The Ugly BunnyIt was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learned from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows grew along side beautiful vegetable gardens. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a mountain, and from the house down to the Forrest edge grew a lovely garden so lush with veggies that all the neighbors were jealous.The Ugly Bunny by chibigoose
“God, they taste Awful!” They all said to each other, though it wasn't a bit true.
In fact they were so good that a big society of bunnies had moved into the burrows and came out to snack on the delectable treats. In one such burrow sat a mother bunny and her new sleeping babies. Lots and lots of them. Each one white as snow with pink ears and noes and lovely red eyes. Sh
Gunsmoke and China TeacupsIt was quiet now. Street noise carried on the breeze, drifting in through the wispy curtains that lead to the balcony. Kem lay on the sofa staring at the ceiling, the plush blue velvet cradling her head. Saint had been outraged when the sofa had first been delivered. When they had moved in together neither of them had brought much. Saint had sent Kem to pick up, “some basics for the house”. They had differing ideas on the definition of basics. Kem perfunctorily informed Saint that floor mats and flat cushions were no way to relax. Saint never let her go shopping alone again. They kept the sofa though, and Saint eventually and begrudgingly admitted she loved it. Saint had liked the simplicity of the apartment. Reveling in the cool marble floors and columns, and sitting out on the balcony watching people move below. “Things aren't important” She would say, “they just clutter up your life”.Gunsmoke and China Teacups by chibigoose
InsomniacThe clock keeps ticking. I sigh as I turn on the next episode. I think its the eighth one tonight, last night it was twelve. I keep thinking, “I've got to work tomorrow.” The the familiar theme music comes on and I settle back into the sofa. Over my shoulder is the open door to my bed room, the dark pours out of the door since the light from the TV can't illuminate that far. “its already so late,” I think, but I don't get up. I turn my face into the changing colors from the tv. I'm so tired my brain can't follow the story anymore so I just watch the lights. “After this one... I can probably go back”Insomniac by chibigoose
I remember times before, the unequaled feeling of curling up in bed after a long day. Now though, I know whats waiting for me, and the last thing I'll get is rest. So the clock keeps ticking and I keep watching the colors change until the screen finally goes blank. The sun will be up soon.