First Thing, huh?

Blessings on your day!

Night Dancing

The sky wears a veil
Smooth, transparent
Dotted with hidden jewels
Spanning forever.
I could dip my fingers
In that hidden skyscape
Where dreams frolic
Where we can dance.
I could wear a pair of wings
Visible only to you and I
Woven with secrets
And whispered promises.

http://marcieaf.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-day-25.html

Dear Self,

Why aren’t you called John? Then you’d get what I’m saying
by reading no further, you’d know from ‘dear’ after
that I’m breaking up with you. I won’t sugar coat this,
you’ve had enough sweetness and sour, your pants don’t fit.
I don’t think we’ll stay friends or that we want different things.
it’s just that you make me sick as a rollercoaster,
I have to queue to talk to you, then its over in a heartbeat.
Stop luring me in with candyfloss and popcorn,
all day I feel the kernels between my teeth.
I’m getting a restraining order, you’ve slinked round
too much, half breed mutt puppy eyes, their mud
meeting my eye as you look up like something badly done to,
you whine ‘are you really having a good time?
aren’t you ignoring me?’ I left a bowl of kibble
and a modem in the kitchen, I went out, and self
followed me. I drove for miles and let you out the car,
still you were there waiting when I got home.
Seriously stop following me with your tail between your legs,
your nose twitching, whimpers every time I get a new man.
I’m done, self, there’s no add in the paper, no free to good home,
It’s clear that if you get the slightest attention
you bite the leash in half, scratch the collar free,
the gold disk etched with my name and address
is smooth and flat, self you don’t belong to me.
I woke and found myself wearing a similar tag,
everywhere I wet it was there, saying I was self’s bitch.
Self you have too many none too proud owners,
my father, mother, teachers and doctors, then me
before you thought you’d lay your claim and be boss.
You’re a stalker, a pornographic swan with your long neck
than blows yourself in public, burrows for its own worms.
You’ve shown me up enough, I want you gone,
I’ve took out a restraining order, come sidling round
barking or whining ‘are you really happy with your life?’
and I’m calling the cops.

http://ragbone.wordpress.com

http://self-intoxication.deviantart.com/art/Brainscrub-162015354

http://mayaganesan.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-25.html

‘I didn’t want to put you out.’

http://shannons-words.livejournal.com/159354.html

peg a noun

1. A small cylindrical or tapered pin, as of wood, used to fasten things or plug a hole.

2. A similar pin forming a projection that may be used as a support or boundary marker.

“Peg of my heart hums a familar tune.”

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