by: amica paige
Emily, Emily, where aRT thou now?
Can you hear us? Can they see us,
those with you—
are Poe and Bukowski?
We wring our guts from the foods we ate
We swallowed a rock we can't digest
The sharpest parts stabs our chests
We choke our tears to gasp for breath
Lost at sea, what have we chased?—
The seeds we'd tossed—have the beanstalks raised
the beast that slays the golden sun?
The rotten egg has spoiled the fun.
Our faces drawn—a bitter frown
Our heads, weighed down—a painted crown
Is it just us? We must have made
a wrong turn somewhere there...
We've meant to change this course we're on
If we turn here, will we stay long?
“I'll be your guide,” I hope you say—
Please don't mind me say.
Emily, Emily, where aRT thou now?
Can you see us? Can they hear us,
those with you—
are Poe and Bukowski?
by: amica paige
Perpetual disarray.
Discombobulated
and knotted hair.
A feet of floss
for an inch of green...
Broccoli...parsley,
all else in between.
You peered in the mirror,
so as not to be seen.
A fleet of Albatross!—
your flitting mind screamed.
You knelt down right
before you jumped in.
The morning shower
you now lingered in...
thoughts discomfiting
and late lunch sans cream.
A peek at thy thoughts show
the muse at the seams...
by: amica paige
Ominous sky outside.
Dark clouds surrounding us.
Yet the preachers preach their thing,
and the audience, and the leaves, hang still.
A storm must be brewing near.
Unlike the APPles...red and green,
the brushes—all frayed, unseen...
Yet the hands like to draw neat things,
though the air 'round here stays still.
A storm must be brewing near.
by: amica paige
Today is done.
Nothing else to be sung.
We shall close our eyes
one two many times to-night
We begin the descent this eve
and fall into another deep sleep
We shall rest like this,
we’re designed like it.
Then we rise again,
and on and on again.
by: amica paige
you're a bird,
guided by moonlight,
calling the wind
you're a bird,
perched on the crowns
of elms and evergreens
you're a bird,
riding with time,
spanning the seas
you're a bird,
soaring the heavens,
spreading your wings
you're a bird,
roaming the world,
but the air is your home.
