Green Faeries

I can't write like that anymore

I'm liking the real stuff, you know?

Tell me who you really are

(I am illustrating a poem I've never written

Looking carefully through keyholes

of locked doors

Because someone said

"GOD is in there")

Don't go through a thesaurus

and give me a frilled-up version

of who you want to be

Who do you want me to be?

(A cauldron boils your morbus heart

under a door handle

that contains the knowledge

of all time and space

Touch it, and let the flowers fall

from their mosaic

upon crackle-painted glass frames

with green rims)

Everyone wants to be enigmatic

from time to time

We all want to stand on the mountain side

with the wind blowing our hair back

thinking how life's not fair

and it's all such a tragedy

that we're not super hero's

nor able to wear corsets and breeches

and look deep and sad and crushed

(Wild up high on jagged rock

Black of air down steaming loch...

It's the end of the line

Terminus

Terminal

Love plays in circles

"I am beauty" it said

before she fell)

No one wants to look up to you

or be helped by you

They just want to relate

to something

grab hold of anything

they can

under 

- - - stand

(Preach it.. sing out loud

I can't touch it though

all but a stray tendril 

Flicked until it can be pulled through

Dragged screaming in to green flame

and diving, milkshake butterflies)

There's no structure

no form

we don't give a crap whether it's

a metaphor or a simile

we just want to read it

and nod

maybe smile

and go make another coffee

before we sort the washing out

and think about cracking open the bottle

in the freezer...

(It is dawn for ambitious souls

Time to go, the eager trudge

Pressing a bell to get off

but it doesn't work

The last stop for false idols

and omniscient epics in HELL)

...it's frozen to syrup

and that's as special as it gets

and half way down the special

we feel like we should be saying stuff

that's when we're on the mountain top(or cliff edge!)

but if you turn away and drink the other half

it gets real...Give me real

(I'm bouncing on my bed

and it all changes

and then there is a tunnel

It wants me to enter

but I back away

"This isn't real" I thought

So it disappeared

and I looked out of the window

once more... intermittently)

Unless you're a lightweight

and real is a bunch of random keys

hit at the same time..when your

head

smacks

the

keyboard

Copyright Charlotte Sometimes  aka SRWB 2010