i'm going to fight this fight

[onthe97thfloor]

the day tasted good
all the trees were breathing again
simultaneously
releasing warm, green oh's and ah's
into the bright yawn of 7 AM
waking up is no longer hard
the sun sits at my breakfast table
it pokes its head underneath
the tent my teepee knees create
with my bedsheets
it jabs hard when the heavy fingers
of sleep rest against my paper
lids
but it's staying awake that is the hardest
the sounds of lessons, papers rustling,
pencils digging into looseleaf
have become murmurs
like the calming crash of waves
the year is tedious
overdrawn
i feel stalled and i am excited
to just peel out of here
like those shiny racecars that collect
in the convenience store parking lots
booming with rap
and loud engines
my muscles are aching
i am ready to pounce
i want to run run run
but still i am wandering these halls

bleh.
that's all i really have to say about that.

i'm thoroughly enjoying drama
but not how it interrupts my epic naps
and yet, while i am still upsetting reily
and sneaking out of practice to get pirate's booty
and polka-ing across stage with alicia in hand..
there is something missing
something strange
perhaps because there are no more older kids
to cling on, to follow
because we are those kids
we are the ones sent to get ralph' or chicken ceasar wraps
very very strange

oh.
and i hate the movie jumper.
and ricky just got kicked off
project runway.
life is good.

c