2007-04-24 Eleanor: This is great. I like the fact that it’s contradictory.[Annie]: 415.Poetry.Per
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by Annie T.
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Rolling along down a street down a hill made of lily pads
The car drips something toxic out of its metal toosh sewn shut
Orderliness and symmetry keep my moods in check
The balance of life is the balance I need in every decision I make
The sunshine loves my eyes and my eyes hate the sun
But worse than brightness is the dark of sunglasses and the betrayal
I leave the lights on when I leave the house even during the day
And make my bed and clean my room frantically to save myself
Each empty bottle of soda is filled with flowers picked daily
It’s sweet but evil and cruel to the photosynthesis as they die
My movies are all alphabetized and all my books too
My laundry sits in bins of darks and lights and heavies on the right
Two mice sleep all day and play all night and although some might object
They would die without me and together we all have a happy life
I don’t sweep or mop instead I use spray and paper towels to clean my floor
It’s more thorough and fulfilling and it’s much more sanitary I say
As I stomp on the sidewalk and pick a dandelion and waver on the edge of grass
I can’t help but think I’m contradicting and everything I do is confusing