Happy Birthday Barnacle Girl

I wrote this poem one year ago today.

This is who I was one year ago. Today.

It's good to remember such things.

Sometimes.

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so maybe i am

a Barnacle Girl

and you caught me

needing a peer to cling to

Rainbow Brite

you're not so bright

to ride your rainbow

into the light

it isn't fair

it isn't fun

but i'm Telling You

it must be done

it could take a while

more than a week

Rigor Mortis hands

are hard to break

they all say they all say

you have to do it this way

but i say and i say

i have to find My Own

pallor mortis algor mortis

don't say i'm Being Weak

toaster strudels stale with time

some things i should not keep

cartoons car pool

lanterns dangle down

a pilgrimage, a Hundred Days

can't think it will be easy

a christmas light is not so bright for family vacations

myriad schools close in the jungle when kermit leads the nation

Koala's Speak the thoughts of sheep, it's just like i suspected

how many miles came crashing down while staring at the tumble

weeds or maybe plants of forbidden fruit i've never been immoral

i hurt your feelings and hurt your heart you're planning your revival

a Mushroom's Heart can't stand the darts that fly all thru november

but here comes spring and brand new wings, i'm starting to remember

april and may they all will say

yes spring is in the air

indeed

i picked myself an Evil Deed

planted when it was just a seed

but turnips come when berries go

the way the seasons always go

so what! So What! so what! so what!