new story

(inspired by contemplation of "my mom was hurt." is it true?)

She was a wide-eyed pussycat
who liked to be stroked
and when something hit her
she liked to mope,
to scowl and scream
and meow
'til you knew,
what you threw at her
didn't feel very cute.

"don't treat me like that!
i don't like it, you hear!
i want you to stroke me
and be kind and dear!"

i've got all these feelings
pent up inside
and now that you mention it
it's time for a ride

the buckets are pouring,
my blood boils up,
my face turns pink
and the volume jumps

it's all very natural
when i don't love myself
to get kind of crazy
and feel small
as an elf

but i'm really quite healthy,
deep down inside,
don't think for a moment
my furnace ain't working,
i'm stoking and standing
and the steam's quite bazerking

all power inside me
is making this dream,
giving it meaning,
whatever it seems

and you, little child,
over there by the wall,
there's nothing about you
that will ever be small

the movie you're watching
is of your own making.
and when you grow older
you'll see there's no mis-taking

you'll see
i was nothing
at all--
no, quite meek...

all that pain that you gave me
was a thought that came to your mind
and if you can see that,
it's quite an amazing find

it shows you you've grown,
and you're ready for review,
to see what you made up,
and to find now
something new

there's nothing you've ever experienced at all
that wasn't an image
that you gave a life,
you sang their  song
and you played their fife

today the puppets are still
 i don't breathe them with power
i let them be puppets
and try not to confuse me and  them and then feel sour

by grasping and dressing them
in my chosen garments
and putting feelings in their hearts
where there's nothing that can feel

just a mirror of my own mind,
a clear pane of glass,
every single one
and i thought
it was an ass!

this is how
the story is undone
i see what i saw
and i see it was
none

now
mama
sits rocking
in the cool night air
the breeze is gentle
and  now she's aware

 there's still creatures that scurry
and crawl and buzz
and call to her to pet them
 and appreciate their fuzz,

now she's no more tired
and frazzled and wired

she's so very grateful
all her children have come home
there's no one outside her,
outside of her fun

in the still of the evening
she's showered by stars
shooting and playing
and dancing scarves

all locks have fallen open,
no one is chained
anymore,

just releasing you
re-leasing you

is how i am free

is how
i
am free


free
falling

... last story

my mom was not hurt


ever


amen