Archive for July 15th, 2011

A New Kind of Friday

I was on a taut tightrope today.
It was huge. You could look inside
me and see these excited little bugs
dancing all around, and all of my
muscles were doing the dancing
on the tightrope. You would not see
this on the outside, but you would see
a guy who seemed okay. I wasn’t hating
myself today, and you don’t have to
call it god, but this terrific hurricane
of good came through me and sparkled
all of my rotten organs and fused me
with these lights that blazed out to
the paintings on the walls of the old
red brick building with the intricate
white front, and when I walked over
the bridge, all of the purple birds
inside of me started chirping music
that delighted my soul.

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