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Click herewarm summer breeze runs it's hand along my cheek
and rips the sheets of smoke that slip from my lips to tatters
as i watch the fairies dance upon the sky
they dance for me alone
and yet i feel no joy
i was told i'd feel better
the man in the van told me so
he said that this was primo shit
but to me it's just a funny tasting cigarette
and i feel nothing
except maybe slightly dizzy
i knew i shouldn't trust him
who says primo anyway
the fairies flash their lanterns at me
blinking on and off
as if to tell me some important message
like lighthouses warning of danger ahead
or maybe they are the villagers
come with torches and pitchforks
come to kill the monster
or maybe they're just lightning bugs
i'm sure that is what others would tell me
maybe not the man in the van
he would probably say they were primo fairies
but others would say they were just bugs
i wonder how they glow that way
do they glow because they're made to glow
or is it simply because they believe they can
if they didn't believe would they remain dark
lightning bugs with no lightning
no light in their life
like me
maybe it's all just belief
maybe they really are fairies if i believe
maybe god speaks in the thunder if i believe
maybe there is gold at the end of the rainbow if i believe
maybe my life can having some meaning
if i believe
if only things were that simple
but the magic died long ago
it's place taken by shows about marrying millionaires
and those wow chips with the diarrhea warning on the bag
all that's left of magic is the fairies
and they dance for me
alone
I loved it! There's a raw talent at work here. You have skill at taking the mind to a place where it becomes ensconced by your words, the rhythm, the unrhyming slope. Lovely job.
First line change "it's" to "its" and that's all I'm going to pick about. :)
"and those wow chips with the diarrhea warning on the bag"
Those chips will mess you up! lol
keep writing, keep sharing!
very interesting! A well-done half-Kerouac, stream-of-consciousness ramble that is difficult to effectively write, and it is done with some style and flair here by a poet who seems to be suddenly announcing that he has something important to say! I, for one, will be reading the poems this author posts from here on!