Curls

Curls are my biggest weakness,

it almost makes me angry.

They should be illegal.

Curls are addictive to fingers,

like Chinese-finger-traps,

Attached to someone's head.

Men should not be allowed to

wear dainty curls in their hair,

Unless they want my hand

stuck to their head also.

I wish that I had short,

curly, tangly, finger-seizing hair.

Then my fingers would be happy

alone.

Dream Crawl

Distracted from recitations

of math equations

You, my family, and I

stare at the celery tree.

"Oh," says my mother,

"it's giving off leaves

the size of a plate." Says Dad,

"They look like maple leaves."

My sister wants to know

what you are doing here.

I smile and sit on the floor,

and clasp your tennis shoe.

You aren't as handsome

in real life,

I'm on my knees

with my head bowed in shame.

Strange Metaphor

I'm burying brass

and pineapple juice.

The relevance escapes me for the moment.

It's my hatchet

It's my gold.

My friends dig it up.

They dig it.

A brass pillar

and oh, yeah, some juice.

what is it?

hat wis it?

that was it.

Technical Difficulties:

Ego: How can I explain it?

Mei: I want a dog.

Ego: Oh, yes, that's great, that really helps.

Mei: You don't have to be sarcastic.

Ego: Okay. Um, I can't...I don't want...

Mei: I hate men.

Ego: That's SO not true! You can't say that.

Mei: I don't trust men.

Ego: Okay, thats acceptable, now he'll want to know why...

Mei: That guy.

Ego: And he'll say, "I'm not THAT guy."

Mei: Doesn't matter. Not interested.

Ego: You can't say that.

Mei: Why?

Ego: Because it's mean.

Mei: So?

Ego: So, he'll probably go away if you're mean to him.

Mei: No more friendship?

Ego: No more friendship.

Mei: So, what should I tell him?

Ego: I don't know.

Mei: How can I explain it?

Ego: I want a dog.