It’s the beauty in the sparkles
thousand sparkles shine so bright
sparkles of my broken mind
like the last flames in your womb
while the orgasm still comforts
shattered pieces of me rattle free
so frightening this feeling inside
it could be me drowning to survive.
Don’t stare at me.
Don’t talk to me.
I’m looking down
Down to hell.
I really don’t care.
The chatty chat
The no sense
Your need of attention
I don’t care.
I’m grown enough
To accept it:
Sometimes you suck .
There he was
lookin’ for somethin’
as a nut-nut cracker
as a nut-nut cracker!
There I was
cookin’ for buddy
as a me-me mermaid
as a me-me mermaid!
There we were
dancin’ through the valleys
as the pen-pen-penguins
as the pen-pen-penguins!
Here you are
singing my jingle
as a sun-sun-sunny
as a sunny sunny day!
I remember your smell, your particular way, of living, of telling me stories, about your life, about us.
I miss you so much I think I won’t forgive you, ’cause you left me alone, facing all this seaquake, and my arms are so tired, of swimming in the deepness.
I dreamt of you and you were fine, no smile in your eyes, but I know your worries and I’m trying to survive.
I was thinking about the day you told me you were sleeping and granddad with his book, next to you. Then you woke up after a strange dreaming, the same story he was reading about.
I’ve always known you were special, your departure hadn’t left anything more to that.
So I find myself cut in the middle, playing everything is fine.
Goodbye girl, goodbye my friend, goodbye sweet nanny of mine, the strongest wonderful soul I ever met.
Some Thing About Thinking 