As long as I don’t move I pretend no one can see me. I’m a statue, gathering snow. Birds traipse across my table, eyeing my lone piece of banana bread. They examine then flit off to inform their friends.
It won’t be long before they descend, all for too sweet artificially flavored bread.
My pen stares stoically at my notebook. It needs to bleed. It needs release.
My notebook is having none of it, a lovers quarrel I’m sure. It remains steadfastly shut against the longing notes my pen wishes to deposit.
Quiet conversations erupt into laughter. Engines spurn to life. A world of constant din and none of it can be composed until the notebook forgives the pen.
I force them together, apologies be damned, but the pens strike is fatal; leaving an ink lined hole where a word should be.
I try again, gently this time. The paper shreds beneath the pen’s flow. Total refusal to cooperate. Ink won’t flow over paper, not while they’re not speaking this way.
All the world’s deadlines building unending pressure. Surely that’s enough to squash any relationship but pen and paper? I thought for sure they were stronger.
I swallowed a seed Completely on accident you see It nestled to the folds of my being Grew within me Ivy limbs sprinted for the Sun I wanted to tell you not to be afraid But my tongue is replaced And bark hardens my veins.
Photo: Cal Redback – to see more of his work click here
There’s stuff in my head, But it’s trapped, Held together By an epic roadblock. Like the traffic in LA, Which I would know about, If I’d gotten on the stupid plane. Wouldn’t you know it,
I love flying.
I love staring out the window,
Watching the world go by. I think flying over the Italian Alps Was my favorite so far.
But I still don’t like the traffic
I get frustrated every time I’m there,
And scream and curse at the weird
Random highway lights
(what’s the point, it’s all jacked up anyway)
Also, why is there a subway system,
If no one uses it?
I just don’t understand,
The traffic in LA,
Which I would have told you sooner
If I had gotten on the stupid plane.
As a note, I’m still working on my post for The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch this week but we have some great other ones up, so go check them out! Mine should be up tomorrow