Archive for ‘Cathy’

December 13, 2012

Theorists

by Unga Bunga Girl

 

don’t believe in the truth but rather
what they believe the truth should be

in a soup of muddled tides and ancient spoofs
the one thing necessary to survival is the truth
Is it so necessary to believe in ancient astronauts?
Basically, ET in a space suit.

when centuries are cast into a sea of stars
and hours disintegrate into oblivion in seconds

belief always wins out over truth
since the idea of living in the unknown is
too unspeakable to understand

but isn’t it all just other words for the divine.

September 26, 2012

flow

by Unga Bunga Girl

 

Blood follows it
Thoughts encompass it
Pressure eases and ceases as it becomes

My feet tire and the pace slackens
Within seconds uplifted by the excitement
and churned up into a frenzy

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September 13, 2012

Marrow

by Unga Bunga Girl

 

as a child, I would escape behind the drapes that hung on the picture window at my parent’s home
the feel of comfort in hiding
the calmness of disguise

if only I could be seen for who I am
and not the troubling child they thought me to be

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August 30, 2012

Abandon

by Unga Bunga Girl

 

I can’t pretend this means nothing

The impact is too huge

But now I have to forget

How much I want you

I am my husband’s wife, my children’s mother, to be forever the part I play

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August 22, 2012

INSTINCTUAL

by Unga Bunga Girl

 

Like knowing how to breathe,
Nearby, I feel the vibrations from your walk.
Distinctive, without realizing it, they nourish me.

Eating.
Sleeping.

Anxiety before a storm.

Avoiding pain even though it can’t be stopped,
Fear in the face of anguish.

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August 16, 2012

Antiseptic Days

by Unga Bunga Girl

 

Antiseptic Days
The noise to movement guides a steady hand to turn down the volume.

Living in a clean dry aluminum can, sparsely decorated so’s I can see the bugs and vermin crawl.

Ammonia, bleach and other household cleansers; just the right combination, measured in perfect amounts, will spin my head but rid the house of the funk left behind from previous inhabitors.

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