Inner Child
my inner child
wants to climb
out of his playpen
and crawl on a dirty floor
littered with —
empty beer bottles
half-eaten chicken burritos
meds prescribed for
windblown secrets
into sweet confusion
stolen away
my inner child
is content to —
farm balloon animals
travel to Venus
laugh as his See ‘n’ Say
points to someday
once upon a time
arms all around
a game of peekaboo
he can't see me
I can't see him
in this 'n that
my inner child
is a pain in the ass
with his diaper full of shit
and acted out songs
good good things
sung long ago
to no one
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Mine too! You know what's cool? I first read this as if the two columns were joined, so all the way from left to right across, then I read each column separately, first the left one then the right, and it works equally well either way.
And, yes, I damn well am still singing it. Go, Robbie, go.
Rated.
Once in a blue moon we get someone to sing for.
I do believe it's time
To get back to Miss Fanny, I know she's the only one
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone
The poetry is beautiful Chuck, and had quite an unintended effect on me :-)
littered with —
empty beer bottles" This is my kids inner childrens thoughts.
Like the circus photo addition to a pointed poem.