Our Exquisite Corpses, part 1

Mona Mayfair from L---
Fearless
Sexual deviant
Hope for strength
Alex, short and sweet
the name rings
of a spiny, quirky nature
To cup the earth in my palm
& feel the warmth of new life
as a flash of green erupts
from the small m…
Bring the earth to life
Say what you think. Do what you know
right. Don't wait around to follow somebody
else's footsteps.
Art, Art in whatever form I can see it
Anger? Sadness? Frustration? Fear?
Draw! Write! Crochet! Cook! The list is endless
Tis my meditation! My true savior to be worshipped.
I run around the wheel trying to escape the smell
of these damn pencil shavings, the mildew
on the damp 2-liter pipe.


The Golden One is driven not by the stark truths of the Earth, but the emotion in her heart.
Elaira--it just popped in my head and I'm tired of being one of many.
Teleportation!
The options endless, the travel plans, too!
Late to work or school? Never! Not once!
I may abuse this….
Then I wouldn't have to deal with mannerless travelers, their cars sunk in fast
lanes and their mouths punching the backs of airline seats.
And so I would lose myself in the wildness of the rhythm such is the hold that music holds
over my soul. Never shall I be titled (?) from the beat.
My rhythmic movement makes their skin crawl,
and they say my eyes are cold. My belly is smooth
and I glide across surfaces, and wrap myself
to show affection. 
Isn't it odd, how trees grow up? 
They plan their roots on the ground and sprout up!
How do they know? How do they grow?
In an everyday activity, most wouldn't even think it,
but think. Trees grow everywhere.


I would be Arthur Dent from Hitchhiker's Guide
because he best to be perfectly ordinary
while experiencing the extraordinary in outer space.
Don't panic
Kit, always Kit. Or better yet the porcelain
Doll. Always compared to both. Kinda feel like
A mix of the two. Both fragile and range in emotion.
though I suppose neither is really a name.
I'd flummox evil with my wit, make them circulate
their tales in their circular logic.
Arrogance large and small would make my blood boil,
overzealous pride is far from a virtue.
Without you I have no balance. I feel the initial
hit as you spread. Small, large, colored, rattled,
only you. I love, only you.
I soar above the clouds, but never truly free.
There are people who want me dead, for sport, for fun.
I stand for hope and liberty amongst this nation.
My wings spread strong and wide.
Clasping claws with the desperation that only love provides,
the bald eagle plummets with his mate
breathing nearly with the earth
before swooping back into the sky's embrace.