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I was bound and gagged by armies of White
   and tossed in this corner to die
Robbed of my Body, robbed of my Sight
   unable to move or to cry

She came with the White
    She banished the Night
       And she tells me that all will be well
She tosses me Dreams
   She swallows my Screams
      And she left me alone where I fell

I was silenced and shrunken by soldiers of Blue
   who warned me 'gainst drawing her Fear
And everything melted, and nobody knew
   except me, in the dust, in the rear

And she danced with the Blue
   Crisp as Spring, fresh and new
      And she banished me from Air and Light
She tears down my Walls
   And makes telephone calls
      To assure the World all is alright

I was tombed and embalmed by agents of Pink
   who told me my Use had been served
They calligraphed my Death, signed in Blood, scribed in Ink
   and called it more than I deserved

And she laughs with the Pink
   And she won't let me think
      As she places the stone at my head
She explains me away
   And she smiles, as I lay
      Twice unborn, never breathing, not dead

3/10/03

It's been brought to my attention that this can be sung to the tune of "Gilligan's Island", which I think improves the poem tenfold.

Aerin your poetry always, always astonishes me. It's brilliant.

i agree wholly with alex. it's exactly what i asprire to do when i sit down and write (but can never manage to achieve ). excellent.

You're publishing a book of these, right Aerin? Cause then I can buy it and read them and fantasize that I wrote them.

Awwwww, thanks.

try hard!

i can just see it..."Gilligan's Nuthouse"

happeninfish wrote:You're publishing a book of these, right Aerin? Cause then I can buy it and read them and fantasize that I wrote them.

The closest I'll ever get to a book is this...

its one hell of a poem or song... either way works

That is really neat, Aerin - good work!

GetTheFeelingNow wrote:It's been brought to my attention that this can be sung to the tune of "Gilligan's Island", which I think improves the poem tenfold.

I tried that, and it kind of has too many syllables.