Thursday, April 2, 2009

☆⨟ Electric Lullaby

hush little baby, don't say a word,
shut your lips and you won't be heard...


'doctor, i am feeling particularly
self-destructive
upon this fine night.'

'well, i suppose we must
distract your mind.
have you thought about
your childhood? about things
that make you smile?'

'yes.'


twinkle, twinkle, little star,
why haven't you exploded?
the shadows are waiting to eat you up
and mr. moon's eroded.


'when i was young,
i used to have nightmares.'

'really? can you tell me
what they were about?'

'i'm capable, sure.'

'well...? you know i'm just
here to help you.'


'yes. they were about black holes
and thunderstorms,
and falling from charcoal mountaintops.'


rain, rain, stay with me,
soak my bones and set me free.
and when i do not wake tomorrow,
let your grey clouds cry in sorrow.


'tell me, patient, of some of
the things running through
your mind. let's keep our eyes
looking ahead. what will you do
when you're
better?'

'i'll climb the hill, like jack or jill-'

'i don't think this is the best time
for nursery rhymes.
tell me how you feel,
what your heart feels,
what your eyes see
when you close them.'

'-and i'll fall right down
and break my crown
and you'll come tumbling after.'

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