The Girl Who Played With His Desire

A long-forgotten but not-yet deleted post from two years ago:

Reading The Girl Who Played With Fire right now.  I'm not yet halfway through the book, but here's what happened on one of those staring-into-space moments between chapters:

There once was a Girl,
Who played with fire,
And there once was a Boy,
Who did all He could,
To suppress His heart's desire:
The Girl Who Played With Fire

But one day, He could take it longer,
He confessed to Her, and She said,
Oh, You're such a god awful liar,
You deserve to be  spanked,
While roasting on a spit, above your own funeral pyre,
While the townsfolk vent upon you their ire,

And may your soul ascend ever so higher and higher,
Higher than the astronauts, and the cosmonauts before them,
The juggernauts of industry and space and time,
The haves and the have-nots,
The wipsy forgotten forget-me-nots,
The He-loves-me-He-loves-me-nots.

And how does it all end? He asked.
What does it matter? Said She.
You'll be Above,  I down below,
Waiting for Your rain to descend,
And leave my soul cleansed.

And That is how it must end.

Heavy thoughts. Maybe it's the flu I'm battling pulling my imagination strings.
Here's a ditty that will help take my mind off things weightier issues (like my weight :) ):

What's In A Poem?

It's only words
What one makes of it
Might as well be up to the birds
As long as I ask myself "For this life, what have I to show?"
I Hope. I Think. I Know.

Friday Lay

I gotta have a lay
In the sand
Warm and dry like the land
Mother Earth's hand 
Closes upon me like a vice
I feel nothing to despise.

Fashion Is Not My Passion

Fashion seems pointless
Why does anybody care 
This cut, that fabric, that dress
Covers up what was once truthful and bare
Layers of apparent meaning infused through division
Branding and pleated infusion
You choose between La Moda heels and Jimmy Choo flats
I'm choosing one of De Bono's Thinking Hats.

Transformation Leakage

Optimus Prine always has time
Saving the world from 9 to 9
And a overall cool dude
The rest of the time.

Motion Sickness

We're moving through time and space. Trying to find a place to stay
Just so that we may
Newton First Law is right
It's hard to stop for the night,
Try hard as we might.

One Too Fenny

Fenny Fenny Fenny 
I think I've had too many
When I see the sunset at 4 PM
I know I've exceeded the Fenny-per-diem.