Alright, folks. I messed this one up.
I genuinely meant to not write this. I actively avoided taking the drug route with this poem.
I’m talking about topics, not what I did to write the poem. Everyone Chill.
And then I mentioned fire, and then I said polio. Then I was looking up scrabble points calculators. And then we were at the impossibly vague concept of “drugs.”
(Just say “no” kiddos. Don’t take advice from poems–sometimes not even a poet believes everything they write. It’s a 50/50 shot mostly. At least with me. 😛 )
You see, what happened was that yesterday I met my friend for coffee. And we were talking about vaccines or tattoos or something. So, I mentioned baby needles because my friend was expressing discontentment about the concept of needles.
Then I remembered that I blogged the next day a moment later in the conversation, and asked her for a topic.
She chose baby needles. 🙄
So … thanks for that, friend.
Also, disclaimer. This poem isn’t directed at anyone. Everyone be chill.
Safety Pins and Baby Needles
say what you want to, and be sure to say it to my face
always take the long way, don’t you? the way around the bushes
frosted with snow in the middle of a june that only gets hotter.
easier said than done is a phrase that will only work if you loosen you
tongue for once. i’m on pins and needles waiting for
your words, but they’re covered in bubble wrap
pretend not to notice how i break your
introverted bubbles, burst them, to see inside the bush you beat around in
neglect. it might speak more if you set it on fire. but bushes weren’t meant to
smoke in your neglect—bubble wrapped bushes sit on your safety pins
and i take the needles. to pop. your bubble.
neglect my feelings now. i’m on the inside, or rather a
damsel like you is on the outside now.
beauty in a wordless fool like you. fragile. defenseless.
a baby needs baby needles to get his vaccines—protection from the big
bad world iced with june frost and vocabulary-polio. a real needle
yearns for virgin skin like yours, an untapped heart of gold
neglected by wordless abandon. you wasted your vocabulary on
extemporaneous 4 & 5-point scrabble words. “um.” “uh.”
easy does it, baby. you big baby. cry baby. you need something to
drug you through this. drag you. take a drag. try something. new. a real needle. fresh. real.
loosen your lips and feel the neglect of words forgotten through lack of use.
ease is missing. you are missing. i’m sorry i burst your bubble wrapped world.
safety pins weren’t enough to hold it together anyway.
Well, I hope everyone liked the poem. It sort of just happened Rip.
I didn’t have fun at work today so that was probably part of it. Gotta get that poetic angst out somehow, I guess.
So, uh. If you liked the poem be sure to leave a like or a comment, and I promise to write something better for next time.
Also I will soon be expanding my internet activity soon, so stay tuned. 🙂 Your favorite Aluna has some plans in progress.
~Until Next Time!~ *muah*