tumbeelin tumbleweed
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2/26/2018 6:16:49 AM
psalms 86 trillion
i used to see myself as big, back in the fake glory days. now I'm more of a tiny bug, well half of one, somebody stomped on my right rear quarter and my leg and intestines don't work anymore. over the years i laid down more words than all but 3 loons on the internet. what was i talking about? dumb stuff, nothing that mattered to anyone, especially me. now i have nothing more to say, i may bring the caravan to a halt like almost immediately. everyone else is a reflection of me, they can carry the ball, i'm just gonna camp out under this cactus with a book and my trusty space heater in case my anemia makes it colder than i can handle. i went to a nurse-practitioner to see what the problem was with my ailing spirit and she sent me to a casino on a reservation to meet chief trustamee who gave me 7 different psychedelic drugs and then looked into the emptiness behind my eyes to diagnose the root of my problem. turns out i have a rare brain-eating disease. i wish the dern thing would work faster though because i feel i need a complete void to properly breathe. now i used to be afraid of snakes and i ran into quite a few of them on the desert tundra but now when i see one within 20 feet of me I walk over right in front of it and try to get its attention, i even kicked one yesterday. i'm shouting out bite me, bastard but it's smart enough to know my essence would poison it, it lets out a hiss and heads in the other direction faster than you ever saw a snake slither.
right now i'm drinking what might be my last ever glass of wine, just tryin' to cloud my head up further which never works but you know i'm always tryin', that's my trademark. so anyways this will probably be the last you ever hear from me, the quicksand's got me and it ain't relentin'. there will be peace in the valley, and possibly a slight lull in the conversation which nobody will notice.
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KEEN
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2/26/2018 12:19:47 PM
This is how you used to be Tumbleweed, young, beautiful and blossoming with health before you lost your head and it all dried up. Open to the harsh elements, you tumbled freely along whichever way the wind blew you.
Your single most purpose was to spread your seeds for the next generation, this you have done.
Now you must find your roots again. No more roaming, find a familiar place to settle in a safe environment. Once you are grounded you can regenerate yourself and fully appreciate a 360 degree view of beautiful earth. Certainty in life brings its own rewards.
You are powerful, you can block roads, soak up water and even poison people.... but children, animals and nature lovers will always want you around.... remember that
Now when the young whipper-snapper tumblers drift by they will envy you your knowledge and experiences and you can feel proud and fulfilled.
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