Saturday, December 13, 2008

2am, exhaustion sets in and still she can't sleep - Treehouse Dreams

Just for the hell of it:


I ate a bushel

of poison apples

to test out a conjecture.

Instead of beauty sleep

I get indigestion.


Suddenly

the reason for Prince Charming’s

poor attendance

becomes clearer:


There’s no princess

for him to rescue here.

Just a girl with indigestion

and to much childish faith

in fairy tales and happy endings.

_ _ _ _

I chopped down that tree
in my front yard
lit a match
and watched it char
and the children came running
from up the street
to see their treehouse dreams
smolder at my feet

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