Friday, November 26, 2010

The Old Overlap

Overlapping (to the tune of ABCs or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)

i lie in bed like a milk sip
in a Tupperware container,
i stretch out further than
my lap, with a stick,

and you are overlapping
like a river or a cat
who can’t decide,

and you are only music
playing with time,
which keeps on tickin’ tick.

outside, the trees are
wearin’ socks and ties.
their shadows dance
with our shadows, like
a kite,

and time
is casing the bed.
time keeps on waiting
like a scab,
and time is checking in
with the beat of
all things rockin’.
is like a novel,
reads best at night
alone, in a dark
house, love clean
out of sight.

poem written in 2000, adapted to the ABCD Song while on mushrooms in 2003.

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